She Dances Each Wednesday...

In A Studio Beneath A Sign That Reads:

Dance in the Direction of Your Dreams.

Of course she does.

And the floor shook beneath us.

A Sister.
A Sister-in-Law.
A Cousin.
A Might-As-Well-Be-My-Cousin.
A Best Friend.
And Me.

Snugged in to a NYC Winery to listen to never-heard-before-tunes.
A sweet soothing voice. An introvert, we mused. We laughed about his promise of "hits".
And that Sarah would marry him.
Specially crafted wines. And lack of kinder appropriate tunes.

A very memorable way to spend an otherwise cold, cold Friday eve.

And every time the subway ran under the winery - it shook the floors.

And I'll always remember it. All of it.
Including the giant Xmas trees awaiting the perfect SoHo lofts.

And how they smelled in the crisp air.

And then home by 3 to give way to sleep and dreams of brand new sets of wings.

Photo Essay - Deadly Medley - Four Parts

"I like big butts"

"On the road again"

"Put me in coach..."

"Life is a highway..."

It just takes a little Enya, sometimes.

Dear Enya. You lulled my entire household to a happy place this evening.
I owe ya one.

P.S. Miss Nonie is missing from these photos because Enya lulled her to sleep sooner than expected!
P.P.S. Both boys are squeaky clean in that photo!!! Love that.