Friday morning in NYC and the group is going to Central Park
and somewhere else that I’ve already forgotten.
They had to walk
around in the snow and ice though. Oscar took one look out the window and I asked him if he wanted to go out or stay in, the smart kid said “in”. So, we danced in the room, watched videos, sang as we watched the snow fall on NYC and only went out to get some lunch. There is a little deli near the hotel that has a great turkey club on a roll and has lots of fresh fruit in their food lines. We get some fresh fruit, chips and I have
forgotten how a NY deli will just heap a ton of meat on a delicious roll. I’m pretty sure that you could stay on the Atkins diet and do these sandwiches. This is the only city in the world where the meat is going to always outdo the bread, cheese or anything else you put on there. With just that little block walk, Oscar and I are convinced of our wisdom at staying in the room this morning. After nap time, everything has cleared up and I’m planning on going to MOMA for their free
Friday night while
John comes back to the hotel to stay with Oscar. Rachel wants to go back, so we go together and
see the line that stretches all the way from MOMA’s entrance to Fifth avenue
and then curls down 5th. I took a picture of the line for Rachel
because I think it shows that everyone is still interested in art. We just spent our time shopping in the design
store and the gallery store. For a free night
at MOMA, I ended up
much poorer. We headed back toward the hotel and met John at the MetLife building to get some dinner. The beer café that we were aiming for didn’t seem to be a beer place anymore, so we went to Naples in the building. No particular looks coming our way with the kid this time, but we notice that other families with kids are coming in to get take out. Oh, well, we’re sitting and having a drink and pretty decent linguine with white wine clam sauce for me, 4 cheese pizza for John. I had a sangria with it, but I think sangria has now gone the way of French Onion soup in my life.
much poorer. We
headed back toward the hotel and met John at the MetLife building to get some
dinner. The beer café that we were
aiming for didn’t seem to be a beer place anymore, so we went to Naples in the
building. No particular looks coming our
way with the kid this time, but we notice that other families with kids are
coming in to get take out. Oh, well, we’re
sitting and having a drink and pretty decent linguine with white wine clam
sauce for me, 4 cheese pizza for John. I
had a sangria with it, but I think sangria has now gone the way of French Onion
soup in my life. No French Onion soup
lives up to what I had in Paris and most of the time it’s just
disappointing. Now, no sangria is ever
going to come close to the sparkling sangria we had a pitcher of in Lisbon,
Portugal. I gave John a taste and he
totally agreed that we’re never going to recapture that perfection. We also were able to give Oscar the fruit
pieces in the pitcher without any concern about CPS being called on us in
Europe. Here, I felt bad giving him the
anemic orange slice that was placed on the side of my glass. No chance of alcohol and yet I still wondered
about it. But, I digress. That was our big night out, stopped by the
Walgreens to get one small pack of diapers in order to get home without a
problem, found some Sapporo beer there and headed back to the room. I’m already worried about the fact that Oscar
doesn’t want to go to sleep at night when we have an early train out of
Manhattan to catch our plane in Long Island on the same day that the time jumps
forward. I know I’m going to be hurting,
just not sure if he will make my life a living hell or not.
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