DEAR COUSINS: Here’s the link to DA BIG COUSIN POST.
You’d never know by the photo that the air that day in Times Square was a hot messy humid polluted SOUP. I wasn’t even in New York that day – but the humidity and soupiness had spread to where I was, so I can only imagine adding in the exhaust and the noise and the dirt of Times Square. So there’s da cousin, in long white gloves and a fur-lined Christmas dress, looking sparkley and fresh and as though it’s December and she’s in a winter wondahland.
Kerry was taking care of Hope and I went over to her apartment the day after the Broadway on Broadway extravaganza to pick Hope up and hang out for a bit. It was good to see Kerry. At one point, I welled up with tears … and slowly, compassionately, without saying a word, Kerry pushed a tissue box across the table at me. I went to grab a kleenex from it and saw that the tissue box looked like this:
And I just lost it. I am still laughing about it. It was just the way she pushed the tissue box at me, nodding comfortingly, like she was Tyra Banks or something … but THAT was on the box. It was brilliant.
And during one of the Hope drop-offs, we were standing on the sidewalk, both holding our keys, and I looked down and saw that we both had the same keychain:
Seriously, it’s a problem.
Anyway, congrats cuz – for looking like a million bucks in the SOUP that was Times Square that day. Rock on.
I love that box of tissues. It is hard to cry when using that box. (Unless, of course it is a sporting related sadness…)
OK, was it a pre-req to have a cousin perform at Broadway on Broadway, or what?
And, she’s so wonderful in White Christmas also… was lucky enough to see her in St. Paul.
Caitlin – hahahaha I know! I love that Trent and Kerry’s pictures are right next to each other. Exciting!
Kerry is a rock star. I saw her full page ad in the sunday times…wow. I’m glad I didn’t know I was singing in front of her until my show was over!!
Jackie – You did great! I want an encore performance, frankly!!
Perhaps if you and Kerry want matching Red Sox tattoos, I know just where to take you…
Bets – Go, Beans!!! (Or … would he refuse to do it because of his principles?)
Yeah – you might have to have Amy – the British one…with spikes in her face…
I am still laughing about the tissues. I will never look at the tissue box the same way again. Ah, it’s the little things.
And I miss Hope. :-(