Sitting in a coffee shop, waiting to go to New York

A little over a week ago, I blogged about something maybe dumb I did: I told our daughter I’d take her and a friend to see Harry Styles at Madison Square Garden on Halloween. We decided this only 10 days from the concert, and I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to make it happen.

Well, it is happening. I got tickets the night I wrote the blog post, made arrangements for a place to stay Saturday night, a friend in New Jersey offered her driveway for the car so I don’t have to drive in the city, and I booked a hotel room a couple of blocks from the venue for the night of the concert. I’ve got the contactless tickets on my phone. All the logistics are set.

We’ve been listening to Harry Styles and One Direction non-stop on our trips back and forth to swim practice. Our daughter and her friend are planning their outfits (they still don’t have shoes; I’m not sure when they think they’ll get those). We’ve got snacks lined up. The car is full of gas. My friend sent me the bus and train routes from her house in Jersey to Penn Station, and as of 5 minutes ago, I have the NJ Transit app on my phone.

Now, the girls are in the pool. They’ve got a meet next weekend and they didn’t want to skip practice today. I sit in a coffee shop and sip a mocha while I wait to pick them up and take them to New York.