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where the heck is erik?
I misplaced my brother-in-law earlier this week. I know, first the shrimp and now an actual person.
My brother-in-law is this super sweet, charming Memphis boy who maybe should not be navigating the streets of Manhattan alone.
I spoke to him at 3:30 in the afternoon and gave him directions from Midtown to the West Village.
About a 30 minute trip.
Except an hour and a half later, there was no sign of Memphis boy.
I’m obsessively calling his cell phone and wondering how exactly I’m going to gloss over the “missing brother-in-law issue” when my sister arrives in New York later that night.
“Hey sis. Welcome to New York. Where’s Erik? I’m sorry, Erik who? Oh, you mean Erik your husband! I didn’t realize you were referring to THAT Erik. It’s a pretty popular name. Of course, not as popular as the name Michael. But still, pretty damn popular. What? Oh, where is he? Well, you know that crazy guy. He’s probably off scouring the streets of Manhattan for some decent BBQ or a good Elvis impersonator.”
After 2 hours, Erik finally showed up and I was so relieved. He apparently took a very creative route downtown. I wasn’t taking my eye off that boy. He safely watched “Elmo’s Christmas Countdown” with the girls.
We got to spend Thanksgiving with lots of great family and even the driving wasn’t too bad. Although for a large portion of the 3 hour trip, Dylan insisted on having the window open with a strong 40 degree breeze because her “back was sooooo hot.”
After amazing food, my sister Quinn did the traditional reading of “Lucky” magazine to the youngins.
And the next morning, Quinn introduced us to The Gobbler…
Yes, that’s a bagel with turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce.
May The Gobbler find its way into your lives this holiday season.
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if i ever come visit you and get lost in new york, please send help and bring me one of those gobblers.
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it’s amazing how much Dylan looks like you in that photo!
Glad you guys had a great turkey day!
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But Erik’s with a “k” are a far rarer breed… The stuff Vikings are made of.
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Maybe he spent all that time trying to call a cab, rather than hail one.
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Oh good GOD I am starving (on purpose as I ate too much yesterday!) and I want one of those NOW!
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happy thanksgiving!
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Damn. I think I’d better go buy a bagel tomorrow morning.
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Cute story, probably a bit scary but cute! Have never been to NYC myself but I would surely take hours to do what it takes others minutes!
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OMG the Gobbler almost made my breakfast come up! No more Turkey. EVER!
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What a great tradition! I’m so all over that Lucky reading ritual. Now I don’t have to sneak into the bathroom to read my magazine, I can pretend to pay attention to my kids, while building important literacy skills.
I’m always on the lookout for pretend parenting tips like that.
Also, I thank you for introducing me to The Gobbler. I have a feeling my life has been changed for the better.
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The gobbler?! hehe
Glad you didn’t lose the brother-in-law. That might have hampered family relations a little.
I love the rug in your den. Pretty colors.
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You got me cracking up…oh THAT Erik. Hee-hee.
Hmmm…I may have to try this said gobbler!
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Fellow NYer here. Very dangerous to let those out of towners roam on their own. Now, as a Jewish woman, I have to say the \\\”Thanksgiving bagel?\\\” not so much. I\\\’ll stick with the lox and cream cheese.
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Please tell me that you had Erik tested after his creative route downtown.
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What a great story! Glad that you didn’t really lose him!
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I can see how one could lose time wandering from midtown to your neck of the woods. Maybe he was on a cupcake tour!
OOH, we love the gobbler.
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I am glad that Erik was found and that you got to see him and Quinn. Sounds like it was fun!
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