Taylor Tot
Jetted up to Pittsburgh for the weekend.
Strange to type words like that. I’ve waited my whole life to say I want to fly somewhere and then just GO there.
Thanks to the amazing cat sitter I hired, now I can.
I was invited to the party of the year. My baby cousin’s first birthday party.
It’s a fun story when you think about it.
My mom and her first cousin E were best friends.
Mom had me young and E had her kids older. So, I was graduating high school when she had her son.
I didn’t meet her daughter at all. Not till last year when I had two Eras Tour tickets (for me and Mom) and Mom was too sick to go to Pittsburgh.
I was going to take my soon-to-be ex. Meanwhile my cousin — at the urging of E., who clearly suspected she was sick but wasn’t telling any of us that — to go find Mom and me on Faceypages.
Anyway, the MUCH shorter version of the story that I tell people who ask is that M. and I met at the Eras Tour, and she was pregnant. Now here I am coming back a year later to meet her Taylor Tot.
OK maybe I should have just led with that. 😀
It was an emotional trip for many reasons. It was exhausting and spiritually fulfilling and full of hills just like the ones I drove in that Audi I ended up with.
I reserved a Mustang, as I always do. But the rental people left me in the lot so long — frozen in my tank top and shorts as it was 87% humidity in Florida when I left — that I said fuck it what can you give me. And it was this tall, sweet Audi.
I say tall because Anthony opened the trunk for me to unload all my presents for the baby and her mom.
And i couldn’t reach the trunk to close it. I was jumping up like a jumping bean and poor Anthony was doubled over in laughter.
He said you know there’s a button and I said NO I DON’T KNOW because I am a short person who asked for a SHORT CAR.
Anyway, now I have an Audi on my “must buy” list. Right next to the house on my cousin’s street that would allow me to see the baby every day.
So much more to say. But I was stuck in LaGuardia for six hours because they had to locate a pilot for us.
And I didn’t get home till 2 a.m. And my formerly clean car was disgustingly dirty and smelled like the moldy ass airport when I was reunited with it.
But, still. So glad I made the trip. Even though my body and brain are freaking jet-lagged after a three-hour flight in the same time zone.