My 48 hours in New York City

Eight women from Virginia… including Mary Helen, one very special bride-to-be… and seven accomplices, sister Sally and friends Dana, Jodi, Elizabeth, Ashley, Wendy, and myself… Two hotel rooms… 48 hours… New York City… Here is a photo recap of what my girl’s weekend in the Big Apple looked like…

Why hello there hazy, rainy, cloudy, gloomy city!

First aerial view of the big, big city.

Let’s get this party started. Shots for the non-pregnant and lingerie for the Bachelorette.

All glammed up and ready to go in the lobby of our hotel (from l – r: Wendy, Elizabeth, Dana, Sally (front), Mary Helen, Britta, Jodi, and Ashley).

Dinner reservations at 6 p.m. at Locande Verde.

Cheers! We’re finally here!

Potty break for the pregnant and sober Banter Lady in New York City. Baby #2 was HERE!

Group shot after our yummy family style dinner of fancy apps and mouth-watering entrées (think along the lines of Sheep’s Milk Ricotta, Local Snap Peas, Duck Meatballs, Beat and Goat Cheese Ravioli, and Paccheri galore).

And then while the Mile’s sisters and the rest of Team Mary Helen did this at The 13th Step

I was found wandering out of an ice cream shop next door doing this… (think along the lines of peanut butter ice cream with chocolate peanut butter cups, chocolate covered pretzels, crushed almonds, and a dollop of marshmallow sauce for good measure).

After all that, I bowed out early and went back to the hotel where I promptly fell into a deep food-coma sleep to the city sounds of honking horns and the occasional subway rumbles.

Day #2.

Sally, fellow-Mommy on the trip, and I were up and at ’em early Saturday morning. And instead of preparing breakfast for our toddlers and changing diapers, we wandered the streets of our Tribeca neighborhood and dined on bagels.

Consider this a “BEFORE” picture of my hair. Because soon it’s bye-bye pony-tail holder and bobby pins….

I splurged on a New York City blow out and flat-iron at a nearby salon fittingly titled Lance Lappin.

It was meant to be… I could totally hear my Lance channeling me a message saying, “Do it, Mommy! Go! Get your hair done! Be beautiful! I want this for you!”

Consider it done. Thank you Marco for a fun morning of pampering!


By the time we got back to our headquarters at Cosmopolitan Hotel, the other ladies had rallied and were ready to explore!

Overnight, the weather took a turn for AWESOME. Blue sky, sunny, mid-70’s, and no humidity… a very welcome break from the smoldering heat in Danville of late.

Strolling along the Hudson River…

I couldn’t resist capturing this display of sisterly love.

Then these sisters showed me and the bump some love.

So much love. So much love I could cry. Because I am just that hormonal and emotional these days.

But instead, I took a picture of the Statue of Liberty behind us.

Hello Lady Liberty!

Next we were off to SoHo for some shopping and pizza…

My lunch looked like this (from l to r: pepperoni, white artichoke, margarita).

Mmmm, food… you didn’t expect us to skip any meals did you?!

At 3 p.m. we took a sobering tour inside the 9/11 Memorial. If you have seen the pools on TV, it is nothing like seeing them in person. A big thank you to Jodi for setting this up for us.

The North Pool commemorates World Trade Center North, Flight 11, and February 26, 1993. The South Pool commemorates World Trade Center South, First Responders, Flight 175, Pentagon, Flight 77, and Flight 93. The names of those lost, 2,993 in all, are engraved on the ledges that surround the gigantic pools.

Both pools, located in the footprints of the Twin Towers will move you beyond words. The eerie part is that you cannot see the bottom of the inner most pools. I have not researched what interpretations or symbolism have been or are supposed to be drawn from this, but all I could think about was that the water kept falling down, down, down… If I was a school teacher and ever had the chance to bring a group of students to the memorial I would definitely make my students write about interpretations of this phenomenon. A morbid, yet very real part of our nation’s history.

Planted inside the park resides a lone “The Survior Tree.” This Callery pear tree was pulled from the rubble in October 2001 and nursed back to health. In 2010, it was planted at the Memorial site.

When we finished paying our respects, we meandered down to the South Street Seaport and found an outdoor cafe to lounge at on Pier 17.

And we loved on each other some more. Because that’s what we do.

Hello Brooklyn Bridge in the background!

Showers and costume changes back at the hotel, then it was time for a fashionably late-night NYC dinner at 9 p.m.

Room 321 in the lobby waiting to meet up with the rest of the gals.

Dinner at The Park in Chelsea. Another great pick by Sally who coordinated our reservations.

All smiles after another great meal and $8 Bud Lights for some of the girls. Only in New York…

On Sunday morning, Dana, Elizabeth, and I took an early morning stroll along Hudson toward the Statue of Liberty for a closer look while the other ladies recovered slept in.

There she be…

For lunch I couldn’t resist a giant gyro from a neighborhood street fair before saying my good-byes to the girls…

Thank you MH for getting us all together for a wonderful weekend of female fun. Only 23 days until the wedding!

The last girl’s weekend I had in NYC was in the spring of 2010, not long before I got pregnant with Lance. It was so nice to get a chance to go back this past weekend in between having babies. I have a feeling it will be awhile before I get a chance to go back…

As we made our descent into Greensboro I welcomed the green terrain full of trees and wide open spaces. Until next time New York…

A few notable moments not pictured include:

* Taking a suburban cab to the 13th Step on Friday night with our cabbie, Jean-Pierre, who played bumpin’ dance music on full blast and shouted the occasional, “Who’s better than us?” And then trained us to say, “NOBODY!” Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious and became our motto for the rest of the trip.

Who’s better than us?


(See how fun it is?!)

*Sally & MH dancing on the bar at The Patriot on Friday night. I was in dreamland during all of this, but I hear there are pictures…

* Gay dance clubbing after dinner on Saturday night. Again, I was in dreamland like a good pregnant girl, but I hear naughtiness was observed…

All entertaining memories we will not soon forget!

Finally, a loving thanks to Jan for taking such good care of Lance and letting me take a break for the weekend. When I got back on Sunday evening he was eager to show me what he taught Lance over the weekend. I was thinking along the lines of maybe a new animal sound or a color or a German phrase. But no, Jan taught Lance to point at Jan’s beer belly abs and say, “Papa’s six-pack.” Aye, ye, ye… gotta love my boys!


The Banter Lady

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9 thoughts on “My 48 hours in New York City

  1. OMG I want to be there with you B!!! How much fun does that look like?!?! So glad you were able to get away and enjoy yourself!!

  2. Love it Britta!!!!! Who’s better than us??? NOBODY!!
    Thanks for everything!!! So happy you were able to join us in NYC! 🙂

  3. Britta this reminded me of a little excursion we had in a NYC cab one night. I do believe you were the drunk girl in the back of the cabbie getting sick while I tried to distract my new cabbie friend from noticing! haha I think we even ate lunch somewhere around Pier 17 with Truck and Allie-Cat! Glad you had a good weekend away and I loved seeing pictures of “the bump”. Baby #2 is looking handsome (or beautiful) already!

    • Casey, I totally reminisced about that trip this past weekend! I definitely remember lunch at Pier 17 and then drinking one (or ten) too many beers at McSorely’s in Greenwich Village. That cab ride home was SO NOT FUN. Uggg! A very different trip this time around 🙂

  4. You ladies look fabulous! It’s been a LONG time since I’ve gone out properly with my girls (being an ocean away doesn’t help either) but I’ll just look at your pictures and daydream about having a 48-hour girl trip in NYC too. 🙂

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