Saturday started with a glorious lunch and very nearly ended in a riot. Lunch at Sushi Nakazawa is a different post, so I didn’t include those photos here.
When we were preparing to dock, it began bucketing down and everyone was herded inside. It got sweltering hot, and everyone was annoyed. It quickly got ugly, and when our side wasn’t let off the ship fast enough, people began getting stirred up and making verbal threats. Those people were hustled away very quickly. Eventually we were able to get off the boat, and by luck it had stopped raining. We got home around 1am, with a 6am wake-up. Ah, to be young again!
Bob’s anniversary gift to me this year was lunch at Sushi Nakazawa. Words can’t describe the experience. The entire visit is a curated experience, each bite is perfect and perfectly contained. It’s the best meal I’ve ever had.
Today was a day full of culture. I thought that I slept until noon, but it was actually 9 am. We went to the Met, then wandered the West village, then went to The Book of Mormon. Then had 0.99$ pizza slices and wandered home.
Since we went to the Met, we walked through Central Park to catch the C to our restaurant in Greenwich Village. We took a moment to sit on a bench and just enjoy being together.
Important things I overheard today: a man describing the plot of Free Willie in great detail; a woman at the Camp exhibit at the Met who took one look around at all the people, threw up her hands and said “this is literal hell;” and a woman in Central Park who was yelling after a man “you wrote me a love letter in 1965 on yellow…” (then I heard no more).
Ten years ago Bob and I got married. A set of twins (“we’re done having kids”) and a singleton (“we’re done having kids“) later, a lot of laughter and love and we are still thriving.
We are having a long weekend to ourselves in NYC, and we have committed to taking selfies everywhere we go. I’ll share some later, but for now, it’s enough that you know this trip has already lead me to realize that I want a statue of myself (after my death), as a centaur, in Roman armor.