I spent exactly 7 hours and 46 minutes in NYC this past Saturday, having flown into Boston from the West coast the day before. I started off by taking a picture of Grand Central Station and posting on Facebook.
Which leads to Kristina commenting that I should come visit her grandma. To which I respond that I wish I could, but my tight schedule would only allow me maybe 30 min, around 4pm, and only if they live between two very specific destinations within Manhattan. So, in all likelihood, as much as I would LOVE to meet her grandmother, it would be crazy to try to pull off.
I mean, who gets a generic invite comment on FB and responds with a very time constrained, location specific request in return? THIS girl.
But sometimes, stars do align even when you make such exacting wishes. Or, pulling off crazy is just something that one does when you are a fan of a certain centenarian.
At approximately 4:10pm, I crossed the line from blog fan to groupie stalker fanatic when I showed up at Kristina’s door per her directions. We hadn’t seen each other in 17 years, when we were in high school together half a lifetime ago. With the limited time I had, we gave each other the uber-highlight-reel version of our adult lives over iced coffee. And then I asked Kristina to take this picture:
Here Grandma May sits, more than three times my age. She must have been laughing on the inside listening to Kristina and I talk about how weird it is to meet again as adults and marveling about how quickly time flies.
As if we have any idea what we are talking about.
And yes, all of you fans out there, Grandma May is as sweet and awesome and little and wonderful in person as she is on the blog. And totally unfazed by this random girl showing up on her doorstep, insisting on having her picture taken with Grandma. Instead, after saying hello, the first thing Grandma May says to me: “Eat something.”
I was so excited (and admittedly feeling a little shy, considering the situation) that I totally forgot to insist on a picture with Kristina.
We’ll take one next time? And maybe before another 17 years passes by?
Grandma May, thank you for the iced coffee! It was so great to meet you in person!