Spontaneous subway dance

Over the weekend, I was lucky enough to venture to the great city of New York. We made the journey from the Midwest to visit a couple of friends who recently set up residence in The Big Apple — and to celebrate one of our own's engagement with a bachelorette party and bridal shower of surprises. We planned the party to epic proportions, complete with the Almost-Newlywed Game, "Celine Dion: A New Day" playing in the background, a scavenger hunt, a lollipop bouquet, and royal wedding inspired fasniators made by Erin and I with nothing but a couple trips to Michaels and some $2 hot glue guns. But one thing we didn't plan was the greatest surprise of all: a spontaneous dance party on the New York City subway.

There we were, 2 A.M. and minding our own business, when a band of Cuban musicians boarded the subway car, their guitars, accordion, and mustached lead singer in tow. My Spanish-speaking amigas took the reigns and asked these musical gents if they would serenade our bride-to-be. Oh, and they did. And it was beautiful. Magical. Wonderful. Immediately following the bridal serenade, Colleen (our resident Maid of Honor) got up to dance with the lead singer while the others played a peppy, instrumental little ditty. Colleen eventually pulled Shea (the bride) up to dance and spin, while the lead singer twirled Rachelle. Moments later, the shortest and squatest little man came to ask for my feet in dancing — and I of course said yes. Eventually, the entire car was either up and dancing or filming us on their mobile phones. When we reached our stop, we tossed lollipops into the air, shouting "Thank you!" and "Gracias!" as we sped off the train. I really do thank those gentleman, for more than just a subway ride that didn't include my being nauseous — I thank them for a lasting memory, one that I know I'll cherish forever and ever. (Amen!)