If we can make it there…

After the trip to L.A. in January 1991, our next travel opportunity turned out to be to New York for talk show appearances. There was a lot of wrangling with our publicist as to when we would go, exactly which shows we would be on, and things like whether the show would pay for more than one chaperone to accompany the three of us (an issue that would come up more than once). For quite a while we weren’t sure whether we’d be headed to New York once, twice, or not at all, and my journal from that time is filled with page after page of possible variations in terms of flights, drives, and taping locations.

In the end, we wound up with two short trips, one in early June for CBS This Morning, where we would be interviewed by Harry Smith, and the other later that same month for The Joan Rivers Show and an assortment of other smaller interviews.

Looking back on my journals, Thirteen didn’t have all that much to say about any of the actual interviews, just that they generally went well or were fun, etc. I was surprised to see that I spent way more time describing the hotel room we stayed in for the CBS This Morning appearance than I did talking about the actual experience of being on the show. Then again, interviews were kind of old hat for us at this point, after answering the same questions so many times, and our travel experiences sometimes had more novelty for us than the actual media appearances (for example, LaGuardia airport was apparently Thirteen’s first experience with automatic faucets/toilets, which is an event in my life I did not know I had a record of…)

Me, Sarah, and Amy in a chance photo-op with Charles Gibson, while we were in the building doing an interview for CNBC.
And the three of us with Joan Rivers, who was gracious enough to meet up with us after the show for a quick photo. (My journal notes that we also met her dog Spike.)

The second New York trip was by far my favorite. Even though we had a ton of interviews to do for various magazines and news outlets, we also had enough free time to visit two of the coolest places a kid could go in the city (at least, according to Thirteen): the Hard Rock Café and FAO Schwarz.

And scattered among all the travel and interviews, we finished out our last weeks of eighth grade, signed countless yearbooks (and in my case, had to draw in them too — “at least I learned how to draw Buster Bunny in 15 seconds”), had a major water gun fight on the last day of school (actually inside the school, file that under Things That Absolutely Would Not Happen These Days), went on summer vacations with our families, and tried to mentally prepare ourselves for our next big adventure: starting high school in the fall.