I am sitting at a borrowed laptop from NYU at 6:44 am. I am in New York City.
Finally.
I cannot tell you how happy I feel. I just feel like a part of me that has been missing for the past several months is now back in place. Where it belongs.
I can't post any pictures at the moment because this computer is the only one that I can use to connect to the internet at the moment and it doesn't have a handy slot for my memory card. Photos will have to wait.
We arrived in New York, on time on Sunday afternoon. Our flight left the Big K at 4:20 am on Sunday morning. It was so hard for me to stay awake! But as soon as I could recline my seat to the flatbed option, I was out! I slept really well for the majority of that flight, which was exactly what I was hoping for. We were able to stay awake Sunday night until 10:00 and slept ten solid hours before waking up yesterday morning. But I woke up this morning at 4:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. Thus, blogging so early in the morning. Yes, I said Thus.
When we arrived in Frankfurt at about 6:00 am, we headed straight to the Golden Arches. I know...it's a sickness.
But, I'm telling you people, you don't realize how much you love those Arches until you don't have access to them. When I lived in the US, I rarely ate at McD's. Only when I craved it like nobody's business. But now, I just feel like I need chicken nuggets and sweet 'n sour sauce. It's just tasty.
Anyway, after some nuggs and Stephen scarfed down his Big Mac, we headed to the Lounge and I drank a decent caffe latte. Another thing I have been deprived of. Good coffee.
After a few hours, we boarded our plane, again on time! HE takes such good care of us, doesn't He? Stephen and I were just counting our blessings of His providence, as we counted down the minutes to setting foot on US soil.
Well, as the last of the people were boarding, guess who boarded the plane, TWO rows ahead of us???
I know.
I had the perfect angle to watch his every move, including when he went to the bathroom.
I think Stephen thought I was a little crazy.
He should count his lucky stars, actually. I was proud of myself that I didn't ask him for his autograph or a picture with him. I made eye contact with him at baggage claim at JFK and just gave him the nod, as if saying, Hello Hugh...Nice to see you again.
We are old friends.
Anyway, he was obviously on his way to NYC for the holidays with his family. It was he, his wife, and their two kids. And their two nannies. It's alright, Hugh. I will not judge you for your nanny-usage. The nannies seemed very nice and attentive and they all seemed relatively down-to-earth.
His wife is beautiful and very petite and was in bright blue leggings with gray and white striped Uggs and an oversized tunic sweater in purple. None of it matched, but of course, she looked pretty.
Wait, hold it.
While searching Google Images for a photo of his wife, I am realizing that one of the ladies that I thought was a nanny is actually his wife. I am slightly baffled right now.
Here she is. Her name is Deborra-Lee.
So, I don't know who the beautiful, petite brunette was. Must've been a nanny or something. Silly me for assuming...
The picture above is Hugh with his son, which must have been taken recently because his son looks just like this. Sorry about the picture of the clothes next to it. I don't have the time to remove it. Nor do I care.
Yes, I said Nor.
Here is Deborra-Lee and their daughter, Ava. Also must've been taken recently because she also looks just like this. In fact, she might have been wearing the same t-shirt on Sunday.
Quick little story about Hugh and Ava before I stop boring you to death about this celebrity and his family.
As they were loading up their two huge carts full of baggage at baggage claim, no further than 15 feet from ME, the two kids were running around a bit. I wanted to join them, as I was also slightly stir-crazy after the 8 hour flight. Well, they got all their bags and were walking RIGHT BY ME (and Stephen) and just as they were next to me, the little boy gave his sister a big hug (cute) and accidentally tackled her to the ground. When he realized that he had pushed her down and laid on top of her, he gave her a kiss and ran away. Ava just laid there, face-down, and didn't move.
Hugh to the rescue!
He bent down and whispered to her that she was a big girl and to get up. It was very motivating, and it worked like a charm, as she lifted up her head and smiled at her famous daddy. He scooped her up and carried her off to customs.
I witnessed Hugh Jackman having a fatherly moment. Aren't I so special?
Just kidding. Sort of.
Anyway, we are having lots of fun in NYC with our friends! We head to Colorado on Thursday for family fun for 19 days!
