What happens when you cram four vivacious women into a one-bedroom apartment into Queens? You end up with more good times and laughs than you ever imagined possible. My mom, Aunt Carol and Tiffany all came to visit a couple weeks ago and while the weekend wasn't without a couple speed bumps (Tiff's flight into NYC was diverted to an air force base for an hour or so while LGA made room for them to land; Carol's return flight was canceled), but overall we had much more fun than we had any business having.
We kicked off the weekend with five kinds of mac and cheese from S'mac. Buffalo chicken (of course), garden lite, classic, Mediterranean and a make-your-own with cheddar, pepper jack and tomatoes. After we had a good base coat in our stomachs, we headed to my neighborhood bar and ordered a tower of beer. Clocking in at 116 oz, Carol didn't think we'd be able to finish it. Um, yeah. She was dead wrong. We made pretty quick work of it and Tiffany and I kept going once it was gone. Eventually, we took our mothers home, tucked them in and headed back out. Cause we are champs like that. I let Tiffany talk me into not one, but two shots and we ate more food and then we headed back by 4 AM.
Up at 8:30 the next morning, and not feeling nearly as hungover as I expected to, we got ready to head to Wicked. Which, y'all? See it. Two or three times. It's a true Broadway production, with all the bells and whistles, but also with an excellent story and a ridiculously strong and talented cast. After the show, we went to Roy's Restaurant and had a decadent and delicious meal including my new favorite - the blood orange martini. Yum and yum.
Everyone was supposed to leave on Sunday, but only Mom (who was traveling by train) was able to really leave. Tiffany and Carol were stuck with me for one more night, which was kind of nice because it gave Tiffany and I some more time for girl talk, which we both really needed.
Photos below. I did my best to put them in order, but you'll see the ones from Friday night are definitely a little bit out of order - there was only one tower of beer, not two.