1. If you were going on a trip with just you and your husband, where would you go?
Hmm...honestly any place with a bed and no kids would work. But for travel, I think it would be fun to go to Europe. He knows just about everything there is to know about WWII and would love to take one of those tours of all the battlegrounds. I'm not so much into war, but he's pretty fun to hang out with no matter where we are, so it would work for me.
2. If you could give your kids the gift of going anywhere, where would it be?
I can't think of any place specific, but I think any place with a different culture would be good. Maybe some time in an Islamic country, or even just someplace more laid back like Spain. They're city kids, so someplace rural would also be good.
3. I know I say this all the time, but how the hell did we not meet when we lived down there?
I ask myself this same question all the time, too. I could kick myself. I blame my freaky insecurity and shyness.
4. What is the best concert you've ever been to?
Ooo...hard question. One of my very first concerts was the Eagles on their Hotel California tour (and yeah, I realize I'm dating myself big time here). The album hadn't actually been released yet, so getting to hear all the songs for the first time live was very cool. Another fave was the first time I ever heard Brother; it was at a Celtic festival at the old Garden in the Heights and I was in the courtyard when they started their set. I could feel the rumble of the didgeridoo through the ground and it was also very cool.
5. What do you think your kids are missing, growing up with their generation? What do they have growing up that you wish you had?
I think they are missing the gift of anticipation. It seems like these days, anything you want is available when you want it. And everything happens so quickly now. Just little things, like having to wait until Saturday morning to watch cartoons, or having to wait for the mailman to deliver a letter from your pen pal.
As for what they have I wish I had? I'm having a hard time thinking of anything. I really really enjoyed my childhood,. In fact, I feel like a parenting failure most of the time because I keep comparing my childhood to theirs., and liking mine better.