This past weekend, I packed up my bags, kissed my two guys goodbye, and headed to New York.
I was on my way to see my cousin Dominique Morisseau’s play, Detroit ’67, at the National Black Theater in Harlem. Words cannot even begin to describe how excited I was – even if I was traveling, from Detroit to New York, by minivan, with my parents, aunt, uncle and two great aunts.
We left early Friday morning – and when I say early, I mean early… my alarm work me up at 4 a.m. I arrived at my parents’ house at 5 a.m., and after picking everyone up, we were on the road by 6 a.m.
The ride wasn’t that bad. Thankfully, my dad drove the entire way. We ended up rolling into New York at 4:45 p.m. The hotel my parents stayed at was in Harlem, right around the corner from the Apollo.
Friday night, my cousin, sister and I went to Times Square, because my sister had never been.
Saturday, during the day, we played tourists some more and visited Columbus Circle, Central Park and Rockefeller Plaza.
Saturday night, we all (20 or so friends and family visiting from Detroit) attended the play my cousin wrote, Detroit ’67. And, let me tell you… it was AMAZING! I am so proud of my cousin, and she has such a talent. I just know she’s going to go far. After the play, some of us – along with the cast – attended the after party.
Sunday morning dawned (way too early) and it was time to pack up and head back home. And, while I had an awesome time visiting, I was so happy to be coming home to my guys. I swear, the car ride that took no time heading to New York, seemed like f-o-r-e-v-e-r going back home. But, finally, at 8:30 p.m. on Sunday night, I was back home – tired as all get out.
