Surreal to Intimidatingly Real

This weekend was a nice dose of surreality.

It started with a trip to New York City, where Blake had a meeting on Friday morning. We took the train in, had lunch at Chipotle, and walked around Times Square. On the way back to the apartment on 87th, we stopped at Dylan's Candy Bar - where I helped myself to a nice dish of Pancakes and Syrup ice cream while Blake made business phone calls. I felt slightly patronized as I sat there at the gummy-bear decorated table with my ice cream, watching my husband make important phone calls. Good thing my self-confidence is so high. ;)

Later, we had tickets to La Cage aux Folles, which was (surprise to me) about transvestites. I was a little worried when the curtain opened on six men doing splits beyond the realm of possibility, but was pleasantly surprised by the generally tasteful humor and clever plotline. Not for kids, but alright if you can get past men in skirts.

The following day, we walked across Central Park to the upper west side, where we did some window shopping and again ate at Chipotle. The weather was perfect, so we returned to the apartment on foot. Hoping to make it back home in time to make dinner, rent a movie from iTunes, and rest our feet, we packed up and headed down to Grand Central.

Unfortunately, the trains had other plans for our evening. Two stops out of the station, we received a notice that the lines in Greenwich were down, stopping all traffic through to New Haven. After a series of backtracking, train hops, and re-routing, we made it back to New Haven 6 hours from our departure time. We took our hungry, tired selves back to the apartment for Chinese take-out and our fall-back option: Scrubs.

Because Friday was a "play day", Sunday became a work day. We still made an attempt to go to church, but were thrown off by a misprint on the church's website, saying that the service started an hour later than in reality. Instead, we walked around the New Haven green and returned home for a few hours of productivity. For the remainder of the afternoon, we swam in my family's pool, washed the car, filled an extremely defeated tire, and had a picnic at the beach with Blake's family. Successful weekend? I think so.

But it was back to work in the office today, facilitated by one hefty cup of coffee on the way to work, followed by a second cup at Starbucks with my boss. Nothing like a caffeine-frenzied work day to stress you out.

To top it off, I did some reading on Honduras.

I've come to a conclusion: I'm going to do the things I fear. Like go on a trip to one of the most dangerous, poor, disease-ridden places in the world. Let me give you some warnings on Honduras from the U.S. Department of State website:

  • "Do not resist a robbery attempt. Most criminals have weapons, and most injuries and deaths have resulted when victims have resisted."

  • "Assaults in these areas (around the airport) may be based on tips from sources at airport arrival areas, so visitors are strongly urged to exercise caution in discussing travel plans in public."

  • "Travelers should always drive with their doors locked and windows rolled up to avoid potential robberies at traffic lights and other places, such as congested downtown streets. Avoid driving at night."

Scary, right? It brings a whole new perspective on the senseless things I fear every day.

I'm focusing on this verse:

Romans 8:15 "For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.'"

Now it's time for some pilates...

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