Whew! We’ve been away, or should I say, DH and I have been away. Yes, that is a choir of angels singing hallelujah at that pronouncement. A friend of mine got married in CT last Saturday and we decided to make it an extended parents week-end by leaving on Thursday to tool around NYC before the main event in Greenwich. Oh, what a week-end it was! Here are the highlights of Thursday and Friday in NYC.
Thursday Morning (2am)
Leave VA for NYC via the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. Thank goodness for that 20+ mile stretch of bridges and tunnels because I am pretty sure that if we had taken 64 to 95, we’d still be approaching Fredericksburg, right. . .about. . .now.
Thursday Morning (9:45am)
Arrive in NYC and check into the hotel. Kiss the car goodbye, turning the keys over to the valet. I’m having images of Ferris Bueller looping through my head, but this is New York City, not Chicago, and really, I drive a Nissan. We decide to hit the ground running and tool up and down 5th Avenue like we’ve got money to burn. The stores tick by like a Tim Gunn wet dream — Versace, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Michael Kors, Kenneth Cole, Cartier, Bulgari. It’s ridiculous, but fun. We pop into Tiffany and Co, just to look around. We make a pit stop at the Disney Store NYC — so over the top — and learn that this particular store has no affiliation with the ones you find in the mall. This store is, according to the clerk, “a theme-park store, you know, as if you were actually at Disney World.” Okayyyyyy.
We keep walking and hit our destination, the Howard Greenberg Gallery. DH and I have been toying with the idea of starting an art collection and this gallery has original images from some of our favorite photogs, namely James Van der Zee and Gordon Parks. Oh! It was amazing! Signed images taken by James Van der Zee from 1923! Images of Duke Ellington that Gordon Parks took while he worked at Time magazine from the 1960s. It was so amazing.
We grabbed lunch at Ray’s Famous (nothing beats a slice of NYC pizza) and then hit the 80’s for some consignment shopping. DH scored big time, but alas, nothing was working for me. Still, the week-end was early and we had plenty of time. We came back to the hotel, showered up and began our evening adventures.
Note to women of the world: Despite what you may see on TV, you CANNOT walk around Midtown in strappy, 3 inch heels. It hurts like a mo-fo after about 2 blocks. In our attempt to be authentic looking, we decided to take the subway to our dinner destination, Perilla, which is in the Village. Well, DH is no Magellean, despite his best efforts with Google maps. We walked two blocks in one direction, the wrong way. Three blocks back and were still turned around. In any event, by the time we got to the train and were able to sit down, my feet were throbbing like whoa. Thankfully, the restaurant was only half a block from the stop otherwise, I would have cabbed it the rest of the way. Dinner was really good — spicy duck meatballs, grilled skirt steak with creamed spinach, a nice chocolate trio for dessert. Yum!
We teetered our way out of the restaurant (hello wine with dinner) and hailed a cab back to Midtown to get our seats for the curtain rise at Wicked. SO good. I am a fan of the Wizard of Oz anyway, and this show just added to it. Very tongue in cheek, very clever, very powerful. It was a great show.
Up and out of the theatre for drinks at Flute before catching up with a college friend of DH’s at his apartment. Let’s see, that puts us at 1am, crashing out in the hotel. No rest for the weary! Nice. . .
Friday Morning (9am)
Basically, Friday was spent on the go. We hit the American Girl Store and picked up something for Mo for her birthday. That place was re-dick! The store is about 5 floors with a doll salon, doll hospital, theatre, cafe and merchandise. There were little girls everywhere and every little girl has a doll tucked under her arm, a harried looking mother in tow, and an American Girl shopping bag full of stuff. Oh to be 9 years old again!
We took the subway down to Chinatown and after a few navigational errors, we make it to lunch. Dim sum at the Golden Unicorn -oh yeah! The joint was jumping and rightly so. I love Chinese food and this was the real deal. Right as we are leaving, we get caught in a rainstorm. It was like someone flushed a toilet in the sky. It was cold, fat drops just falling, falling, falling. No matter, we kept on going. We headed back to the subway and rode up to Century 21. I have to tell you, I was not prepared for the shopping mecca and madness that is Century 21. Skadoodles of stuff on a ska-billion different floors. Women were dropping their clothes, revealing bike shorts and sports bras so that they could just slips stuff on instead of waiting in the long ass line for the dressing room. It felt like a cross between the floor on the opening day of the New York Stock Exchange and the wedding gown sale at Filene’s Basement. Seriously, I was so overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to get, where to go and it was all I could do to find DH again when our designated meeting time rolled around. Poor DH — he had two bags full of stuff and looked at me incredulous that I didn’t have a single thing. No worries, I was going to remedy that before the week-end was over.
We met up with my brother-in-law (BIL) for a coffee break and then drag him along with us in search of something for me to buy. We hit up store after store before we go where we should have gone all along: Ann Taylor. What a mess that I come all this way to shop at a store that can be found here in VA. Still, because DH was distracted by BIL, the store was mine for the pillaging. All that guilt DH had from earlier in the day — vaporized. We bid peace out to BIL and then got glam for dinner with my cousin and DH’s college friend at Convivio. Great company, great food. Seeing as we had to be up and out on our way to CT in the morning, we had an early night — only 11pm.
We packed, we crashed, we were in the car by 9:45 Saturday morning on our way to Greenwich with visions of naps in our heads. We were not disappointed.
PS — The rest of the week-end was fabu, too., don’t get me wrong. The wedding was spectacular and we caught up with another set of friends for brunch before trucking it back down to VA.