The rapture came and went on Saturday and I have to say that I didn't much notice. I was having too much fun in NYC with my family. We weren't sure until the last moment that Arron was performing for certain since he had injured his foot the day before. It turned out well and his performance as Lead Gypsy was stellar.
Amy was able to join us for the whole afternoon. We had a great time joking around 6pm about post rapture looting. Jim was excited to take away the lenticular print of Dean & Jerry at Harry's Burritos. It was about then that the skies got dark and... it started to rain. The bummer of a cabby would drive us all down to Lincoln Center so Amy and I hooofed it as the skies really let loose. I loved making a silly forever memory of our chilling trek for those few blocks.
I guess it was just at that moment the fellow who had footed the bill for all of the billboards and signs advertising the coming of the rapture, Robert Fitzpatrick, was farther downtown in Times Square. When the rapture didn't come, surrounded by jeering tourists in a drizzling rain, was heard to say, "I can't tell you what I feel right now," he said. "Obviously, I haven't understood it correctly because we're still here."
It was a day on which I didn't know what to expect from one moment to the next but can share that everything turned out heavenly.
