Some good karma followed us across the Hudson on Saturday.
My wonderful in-laws offered to take the boys for a night so Dave and I could get a much-needed 24 hours to ourselves. Yippee!
We drove into the city late afternoon (would have gone earlier but I needed to get my Timbaland on) and lucky us – we found street parking on West 55th. Not even a muni-meter! We strolled through midtown and walked into the MoMA. It’s been ages since I’ve been and we were eager to take in some good modern art.
The museum was packed, and we stood in line trying to figure out if the $20 per person admission was ‘suggested’ (meaning, could we suggest they charge our credit card less?), when a young woman approached us and said she had a pass that allowed five people in for free and she was there by herself and would we like to enter with her.
Seriously? Of the hundreds of people waiting to buy tickets she came up to us?
We were so grateful to this art student (whoever you are, thank you!) who cheerfully waved goodbye as soon as we entered the gallery. We took it all in – strolling amongst Picassos and Monets, Chagalls and Klees – and left as the museum closed.
Met friends for dinner – and can you believe we pigged out, wine and beer included, for a total bill of $49? We splurged on dessert a block away, but how could we not? Chocolate ice cream sandwiched between a donut, glazed with fudge and topped with chopped Reece’s cups. Dave was in heaven.
The city may never sleep, but we were exhausted and looking forward to a night without being woken by a 6-year-old’s bladder or a 4-year-old’s scary dream. Since my in-laws were at our house, we stayed at their place – a quiet house in a quiet suburb north of the GWB.
The best part? Day light savings – we got an extra hour of peace.
Blessing – (see above)