The Little Red Dot and Surrounds: May 2008

I went home for three weeks last month. I wasn’t planning to write anything about it, but then not writing began to feel like a slight against my hometown. And I won’t stand for that.

I had made plans to go home because my darling friends were having their first baby, and I wanted to be there (meaning there in spirit, but physically in the waiting room). They had a beautiful, healthy baby, and they are now well on their way to figuring out how to feed and water it.

(fyi – this photo has been ‘adjusted’ as I didn’t get permission from the baby to post his face on the interweb).

The evening the baby was born, I called my friend who is a midwife-in-training. She told me that although I might not realize it, I was no doubt traumatized by being at the hospital for the day. The best remedy would be to meet her at the karaoke birthday party she was attending that night. She spoke with such authority that I quickly made my way from the Upper West Side hospital to the East Village bar. While they sang their hearts out, I was with them in spirit, but physically on the couch, having a drink in honor of the new baby.