It was about 78˚ today. Amazing. Friend Corinne & I decided to meet at Shake Shack for lunch. She's one of my original friends in the city, from our days living downtown.
(Tangent: Now that I think about it, we don't have many friends that we've had for all four+ years of living in New York, people who are still around & haven't moved to the likes of California or Zion [the guilty know who they are, & probably have a bad feeling inside right this very second because they miss us so much]. I think this makes the Monsons special to us.)
Anyway. She & Kyle are Upper West Siders now & parents to the awesome little baby Ada who has recently learned the new trick of opening her eyes & looking at you. It's impressive, I promise. She's also very much not-ugly, which makes for perfectly not-awkward encounters where I can sincerely say what a cute baby they have, instead of calling it precious, or sweet.
After eating our food & sitting on those really great benches on 77th Street by the Museum of Natural History (you know, those benches) friend Erin - who has triumphantly returned from Utah - finally!! - & I walked across the park, got lost in The Ramble (or the Damn Ramble, as it should be called from this day forward) of course, & headed to Jill's to apply another coat of paint to my little project.
Oh happy day.
2 comments:
Ugh, the Ramble! Why are there no maps whatsoever in that specific area of the park? I'm always getting lost there - especially when I need to get out of the park because I need something to eat or drink, have to meet someone or go to an appointment, have to use the bathroom, or just am ready to leave the park! I mean, I guess it's not the worst problem to have...but come on. Maps would help.
it's a good thing we had good conversation through the damn ramble. i hate the ramble.
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