Monday, November 08, 2004
7th Grade Fantasy Come True AND Bimbo Found in the Heights
Oh faithful friends and family, this weekend was spectacular. Matt Hagaman, whom you may remember from such blogs as May 23, 2004 ("HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!") and September 28, 2004 ("For your reading/slacking off at work enjoyment"), was in town to run the NYC Marathon. I thought I had to go to work on Saturday, but luckily not only did I not have to be there, once I got all the way down there and realized that I didn't have to be there, I was only 1 block away from the Appalachian Loft, which was to house Mr. Matt Hagaman upon his arrival in the Big Apple. So I wandered up...got there about 2 minutes before he did, was sitting on a pipe outside when his taxi pulled up, smiled. Jessica Caveness came down and we took him up to the Javits center to get his number and chip and free goodie bag with t-shirt. Then we made it up to the top of the Empire State Building just in time for sunset. Oh yeah. If only I had been 13 years old and still in love with the boy. Cryin' shame I wasn't. But it was still a lot of fun. Then we had dinner and he went off to bed. I came home long enough to grab my 7th grade yearbook and headed back down to Columbia where Emily and I made the most amazing posters ever conceived.
On Sunday, we went to the early service at church and then headed over to watch the runners run by, running. After seeing a couple of Elvises, a Scooby Doo, and roughly all of Denmark run by, we were on the brink of losing hope. We started cheering for all the random people who had their names on their shirts, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Mr. Hagaman appeared. Emily spotted him first. We yelled. He heard. He came over and said hello into the camera and then ran on. We walked over to 5th Ave. and watched him come back down. And that was it. We saw him no more.
He did call last night to say what a good time he'd had with us and how good it was to see us and how thankful he was to see us cheering him on as he ran, but I think I may not see him again for another 6 years...or at least 3.5 when we have our 10 year reunion. Sigh. Double sigh.
AND I was walking to the subway down at 157th and Broadway when I saw it. In the window of a little grocery store was a Bimbo sign. And not only did they sell Bimbo products...they sold my FAVORITE Bimbo product....Pinguinos. I indulged. SOO good.
Wow.
On Sunday, we went to the early service at church and then headed over to watch the runners run by, running. After seeing a couple of Elvises, a Scooby Doo, and roughly all of Denmark run by, we were on the brink of losing hope. We started cheering for all the random people who had their names on their shirts, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Mr. Hagaman appeared. Emily spotted him first. We yelled. He heard. He came over and said hello into the camera and then ran on. We walked over to 5th Ave. and watched him come back down. And that was it. We saw him no more.
He did call last night to say what a good time he'd had with us and how good it was to see us and how thankful he was to see us cheering him on as he ran, but I think I may not see him again for another 6 years...or at least 3.5 when we have our 10 year reunion. Sigh. Double sigh.
AND I was walking to the subway down at 157th and Broadway when I saw it. In the window of a little grocery store was a Bimbo sign. And not only did they sell Bimbo products...they sold my FAVORITE Bimbo product....Pinguinos. I indulged. SOO good.
Wow.
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