Our Yankee Best, or The One Where We Regrouped

A combination of it being Sunday and my being homesick and both of us feeling plum tuckered out after an all-night airplane flight had me on the glum train as we rolled into London this morning. We regrouped, however, with a stroll through the city, giving our Yankee best to Ben and The Eye and that big, beautiful palace at the end of The Mall before stepping into Monmouth Kitchen for warmth and tapas and enough $6 Peronis to let me forget about time and help me remember that I’m here and this is it and there’s much marrow to be sucked out of my one and only precious life.

London Calling

At this moment in our current lives Laura and I are en route to London, England for reasons related to our work jobs. I typically fly solo on these adventures so I’m extra-large grateful to have my bestie with me. I the most appreciate that she let me wring her hand numb during takeoff and also her non-judgement when I opted for a second glass of red wine after dinner.

I'm Not Crying, You're Crying

In Which I Sobbed in Public for One Hundred Consecutive Minutes

Bevan and I saw a matinee performance of Come From Away at the Golden Gate Theater today and I whole-body happy-bawled the entire damn time.

Furreel.

When it was over and we were slow-shuffling our way to the exits, Bevan squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve never seen you cry like that at a show.”

Because I haven’t.

When the Twin Towers fell in 2001, 38 airplanes were diverted to Gander, Newfoundland for several days, stranding nearly 7,000 passengers. Without giving it a second thought the 10,000 inhabitants of that tiny town in Canada turned their lives upside-down to welcome them. They donated blankets and clothing and food, lent out spare rooms and phones and barbecues, and made the darkest of situations a great deal brighter for 7,000 terrified travelers.

And the incredible part is, the story’s true.

I’d braced myself for a musical about 9/11, and while Come From Away sort of is, it’s mostly about strangers showing genuine kindness to strangers.

And that’s worth crying about.