By the afternoon of our first day in New York City, YumYummy and I were like a married couple on their honeymoon – lying in bed with a headache. Truly, and sadly, YumYummy had a horrible migraine. As a result, I did what I did on my actual honeymoon – that one time I was married to that one guy – and headed out on the town for a little shopping.
I had been out and about for about 15 minutes when torrential rains started pouring down. Not one to let the rain get in the way of my day, I pulled out my trusty umbrella and ventured forward. Unfortunately, the lovely pedicure I had given myself prior to leaving the hotel room was now causing my feet to flip all over my flops. This resulted in me making a snap (not the kind of ‘snap’ I made while walking the streets in Chicago last April) decision – ditch the flops.
Within minutes I was like Gene Kelly – dancing, singing and filming in the rain. The only differences between the two of us was he had good shoes, I had no shoes; he had a film crew, I had my cell phone; and he was getting paid, if I wasn’t careful I would end up with a co-pay.
Fortunately, I safely made it – barefoot and not pregnant – around the streets of New York City in a major storm. Proof that nobody can rain on my parade.