So. This time last week, I was sleeping. Why was I sleeping? Because I’d been up till 9:30am getting ready for the reading I was hosting at the Cornelia Street Cafe, for my book, Hot Mess. You can read all about that experience here, if you missed it last Friday morning. Suffice to say, fun was had, it was a late night, and everything was awesome. Sare had to leave early on Friday morning, so unfortunately wasn’t able to take part in the rest of the weekend’s festivities – but it was still great to have had her for as long as we did!
Shortly after writing that post, my parents, who were still in town, took me and Miranda to an absolutely gorgeous breakfast at Barney Greengrass, which is one of the few places where even I will devour a bagel with cream cheese and lox. It was incredible. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
From there, we got a lift back down to Midtown, where we met up with Eric and Erin at the Disney store. I haven’t been in a Disney store in q-u-i-t-e a while, and I have to say, it freaked me out a little bit. Brought back all sorts of memories of the time my parents took us to Disney World when I was in first grade.
We didn’t stay there long, as Eric and Erin were done shopping and we wanted to show Miranda the famous Naked Cowboy of Times Square. That accomplished, the four of us tromped over to Bryant Park and sat and chatted and generally had a relaxing hour or so just hanging out in the park.
Eric and Erin headed off pretty soon then, and me and Miranda wandered over to the big library on Fifth and 40th/42nd. As it happened, they were having an exhibit on Percy Shelley. It said free. We went in. As we walked into the huge old building, admiring the architecture, we saw a sign: free professional calligraphic inscription with the purchase of any of the journals on sale in the gift shop.
So much for free. Part of the conversation in Bryant Park was about art supplies, journals and pens (this is what writers get excited about, you know?), so we made a beeline, picked out journals, and got inscriptions.
Then we headed downtown, where we were going to meet with my parents for dinner at Lotus of Siam…sadly, Lotus looked to be under construction.
Market Table was not under construction. We went to Market Table instead. Totally different kind of cuisine, but, as always – completely delish. I had some kind of braised short rib thing with horseradish crust (not spicy at all); my dad had lamb, mom had salmon and Miranda got garlic soup. I’ve only been to Market Table twice, now, but absolutely everything there is consistently amazing. As is the service. Highly recommended.
After Market Table we went on a mini ice-cream tour. It involved goat’s milk ice cream with goat’s milk caramel, for the lactose-intolerant among us, as well as Gelato, and then an Italian ice. Then me and Miranda took my parents back to their parking garage. And then we went and got cupcakes.
The leather skirt diet was clearly over.
Coming next week:
Weekend of Epic, Part 2(A): Babeland, Fast Cars, Fast Tattoos & Not-So-Fast Burgers