Internet! We went to New York! On the Megabus! Then we took a nap!
See, I took Friday off. Raj had Friday off, in that Thursday was his last night of night shift. So he hadn't slept in quite some time as of getting on the Megabus, which boarded early for an on time departure at 11:00 on Friday morning from Union Station. Raj slept all the way to New York while I finished reading A Movable Feast (which I highly recommend to you). When we got there, we took the subway to our hotel and then took a nap for a while. (This just after the man at the front desk had advised us that we were not allowed to have more than four people in the room, so we'd have to keep the partying to a minimum. Ha!)
But then we hit the town! The Little Italy portion of it, to be precise, where we consumed one million calories in Italian food and I purchased a five dollar "pashmina" at one of the gift shops. I'd bought one in a different color when I was there with Holly in November and it was pretty and hadn't disintegrated upon use or anything, so I went nuts and got a second. This being in stark contrast to the clutch purse I bought back in November at the same store, the zipper in which broke immediately upon use. When paying five dollars for accessories, you win some, you lose some.
We had dessert at a bakery also in Little Italy, surrounded by photos of the owner with ostensibly famous people we didn't recognize. Except Tony Danza. He was there twice. We sat next to a table of real, live goombahs, trying on their new "Rolex" watches. When the oldest goombah told the waitress to say hi to the owner for him, the name he gave was something along the lines of Big Papa. Of course it was.
Then we went back to the hotel. I think we were asleep by 11 at the latest.
Making it easy to wake up, without setting an alarm, in time to grab breakfast at Grand Central Station to be eaten on a park bench on our way to get to the Metropolitan Museum of Art right around opening time. Which is highly advisable, it turns out. The line for tickets when we left at 1:30 was pretty insane.
As was the wind in New York on Saturday. Here we are having our park bench breakfast picnic:
We were at the Met for about four hours and saw maybe one fourth of it. I'd have felt bad about leaving with so much unseen, had we not had reservations, but honestly I'm not sure I could have taken a lot more art-looking anyway. It was wonderful and then I was glad when it was time to go. We walked down through the (windy) park to the Plaza for tea. Which kind of needs its own post, don't you think?
In the meantime, please enjoy this photo that Raj took of us in a mirrored art...thing at the museum.