It’s been a weekend.  After going to services Friday night for Yom Kippur, I was up packing and then couldn’t sleep for the big trip.  I finally dozed off at 1:30am Friday night… then the alarm went off two hours later at 3:30am Saturday morning (I judge days by when I sleep) to head to LAX to fly to New York.  So not only was I running on no sleep, but I flew while fasting for Yom Kippur.  Suffice it to say that by the time I got the JFK and rented the car for the drive up to Connecticut, I had a splitting headache.  I went East initially for my mom’s best friend’s son’s wedding up there, and it was a really nice ceremony and reception in a beautiful area of Connecticut.  Sadly — and I wish I knew why — I got a huge case of homesickness while I was there.  It’s been three years since I’ve seen the town that I grew up in, and even then, I was only there for literally an afternoon.  Being back in Connecticut, and especially being within an hour of my hometown and not being able to go, made me a little upset.

Either way, last night, I drove back into New York.  It was great to see the city again, and strangely enough, this time around… well, being here makes me think that maybe, if the circumstances called for it, I might be able to live here again.  I know I’ve said for a long time that it’s too frenetic and too busy and too loud, but I actually think I might be able to work it if I needed to.  I’ve been doing the culinary tour, eating at all the restaurants and places I used to love to go but haven’t been to in years.

My hotel is 41 floors above TImes Square, but the coolest part of it was realizing that they do Good Morning America live from downstairs on 44th Street & 7th Avenue, across the street from my hotel.  And in other cool stuff, I was walking back from Rockefeller Plaza last night and saw a bunch of movie trailers parked along 49th Street with people gathered outside them — then Kristin Davis walked by and into her trailer!  Continued down the street… and a minute later, Cynthia Nixon walked right by me, dressed in a bathrobe.  Yup, they were filming the Sex & the City movie.  Today, I went back to pick something up in Rockefeller Plaza, and I actually saw them filming!  Sarah Jessica Parker is short.

Tomorrow, I wake up at 5am to fly out to Charlotte, where I’ll spend the rest of the week at my company’s big annual convention, running my ass off and not getting any sleep.  At least at the end of this week, a huge stress will be lifted — basically, my bosses handed me the keys with my recent promotion, and now I have to prove that I can drive the car.  No wonder I’ve been out of my mind for the past three weeks.