Crazie Toad’s Wild Ride

I am back in Crazie Town after a whirlwind trip to New York City.

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I cleaned out my purse when I got home and here’s what I found.

**Boarding pass for the flight where I’m pretty sure I slept so hard I drooled on myself.

**My ticket stub to Rising Stars.  The Laguardia High School for the Arts annual talent show.  It was AMAZing.  One guy came on stage and played guitar like I’ve never seen. He transported himself and the audience to another space and time.  And, oh yeah, he’s 15 and he’s going to Laguardia for his art, he just plays the guitar for fun.

**A shuttle pass to get me from one subway station to another.  The “L” was closed for the weekend and I was trying to get to Brooklyn to visit one of my brothers.  I was with a friend who valiantly attempted over and over again to get us there on the subway but we finally bailed and climbed into a cab.

We gave him the address and he said “Where’s that?”

I paused and said, “I have no idea,”

“Well,” he said.  “You’re the one who wants to go there, not me.”

**The receipt for the craziest most useless watch I’ve ever purchased.

**A ticket stub to the Natural History Museum.  While holding my 7-year-old niece’s hand she said “Mimi, when I see a caveman it makes me want to learn about dinosaurs.  Dinosaurs make me want to learn about rocks.  And, rocks make me want to learn about outer space.”  As for me, I was just trying to make to the food court to get a snack.

**Drawing of me and said niece as mermaids.

**Restaurant receipt for a local diner where I ended up eating breakfast twice in one day. Once at 9 am and once at midnight.

**Hand written directions for a car service.  I seem to have the worse Car Karma ever.  My friend told me she’d ordered a car for me to take me to the film site where my brother was shooting Person of Interest.

“No problem,” she said.  “They know where it is and they have GPS if they get lost.”

I climb into the waiting (GPS free) car and the first words of broken English out of his mouth were.  “Where are we going?”  Thank goodness for smart phones as I looked up the location on the internet and wrote them out for him.  He was so diligent about taking me to the exact address that he drove onto the set to let me out.

**The program for Now.Here.This.  Another brother is the musical director of this Off-Broadway play and I got to attend the first preview of it.  Not to brag, but it was the best musically directed play I’ve ever seen.

In between all of this, I walked approximately 400 miles of concrete sidewalks, I changed sleeping quarters five times, I learned how to take the subway all by myself and, sadly, I discovered a book about monsters that appears to be almost an exact duplicate of the children’s book I’ve been working on for two years.

It was a wild ride and although I loved every minute of it, I am happy to be home where I can look out my office window and see green grass, where I can drive my car the 50 yards from one store to the other, and yes, my dear friends at WTF Critique group, where I can finish the last few paragraphs of my book.



16 thoughts on “Crazie Toad’s Wild Ride

    1. CrazieTown Post author

      Thanks Sara no “H”.

      It all just came together at the last minute. Of course, now I’m spinning my brain to try to come up with a planned and contrived “last minute” post for next week. Sigh. Will I never learn?

  1. Bob

    Wow! Sounds like you have lots of fun. Glad you’re home.

    Did you get included in the filming when the cab driver drove you onto the set? I want to watch that episode.

    1. CrazieTown Post author


      Thanks for the welcome home! They were already shooting a car scene so moments before I arrived they actors and crew had just driven off the set. Whew!

    1. CrazieTown Post author


      I can’t even imagine how Crazie it would have been with you added to the mix. Okay, I’d like to imagine it. When Larry’s play hits Broadway, we’ll make it a date!

    1. CrazieTown Post author

      Hi Annie,

      It’s baby blue and it’s plastic. It has a super long wrist band. You’re supposed to wrap it around your wrist twice. Except that I’ve got these freakishly tiny baby wrists so all it does is flop around and when I need to actually tell the time I can never find the face. Arg. Stupid, stupid watch.

  2. Maril

    Ah, another crazy watch collector! We’ll have to compare our timepieces sometime. My latest two are from Slapgear and they are purple and lime green


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