Weekend with Mum
My mother came for the weekend. It was a very short visit, especially considering she insists on traveling on the bus, so she spent as much time en route as she did en famille.
On Saturday we went all the way North to Times Square with a vague idea of scoring tickets for a show at the newly re-opened ticket booth of glass. The line was ridiculous so we just took in the view from on top.
We strolled over to the public library to see the lions. We had trouble finding any actual books in the library itself. It seems they're all stored in catacombs and you have to search for it on a computer and fill out a request whereupon the material is whisked out of the stacks by pneumatic tube, or so the volunteer explained to us. We did a little shopping in the farmer's market in Union Square, a gentler scene than Times Square but more crowded.
In the evening we found a bistro in the West Village, with a convincingly French waiter (at least the accent was sustained). We met a friend of Mum's who is trying to get a show produced, the trans-generational dream, and had a very enjoyable party.
posted 20.10.08
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