Pulled this off the internet: “For all your non-kosher lunch needs, Chicago’s Potbelly Sandwich Shop is opening its first New York location in FiDi.“
OMG . . . looks like four letters is the new six or above!
Another play , another day in the city — a cold one! Drew and I drove in to see The Other Place. It’s part of the MCC membership. We were seeing the 2 o’clock matinee. We left the house at 12:30 and drove in. That was cutting it a bit too close for me. For Drew — plenty of time, “Don’t worry we’ll make it.” We took the midtown tunnel, scrambled around the West Village (or is that now WeVi.) We found a parking spot, picked up our tickets, and I practically knocked over everyone in front of me — cutting the line and rushing to the bathroom — which only led to another line.
Not sure about the play. Certainly not a happy one. Interesting and short, I like that . . and a bit confusing. It’s nice to walk out of the theater and be in WeVi. It’s not nice when the temperature is below freezing and it is almost April. We walked into Barnes and Noble to warm up and think of our next move. Let me rephrase that: I went in to warm up. Drew went in to thaw his fingertips so he can play with his Droid and download something or other. “It’s free today,” he said. “So how much does it cost normally?” I ask. “99 cents,” he mumbles.
Text to Rachel and Hannah: Play over.
Drew and I walk past Cafe Reggio — which was newly painted in a bright green — over to the Olive Tree Cafe on Macdougal. Sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Drew reminisces, “This place hasn’t changed. You know, this is where I used to play backgammon with your brother all night.” I’ve heard this before, “Yes, I know.” All the while Drew is playing with his Droid. “I think you’re worse than Rachel with her iphone,” I say in between sips of my Stoli Vanilla and pineapple. “Whaaat?” he squeals back.
He repeats, “This place hasn’t changed . . .” to the bartender. And then he asks if they still have backgammon sets (yes, they do) and says something which translated in real talk would mean “Wow, I’m so old. You probably weren’t even born when I hung out here.” I think he said this before Hannah arrived but I can’t be sure.
Hannah met us (Rachel busy) and she gobbled down a veggie burger and sipped an Irish coffee – but not before showing her id. Then she took us to Dove and we had some very tasty drinks. Mine had ginger and vodka in it. Can’t remember the name. We chatted with the very happy bartender. I think Hannah would be a perfect fit behind that bar.
It was cold, we were hungry and Hannah has to get back to EaVi to meet her friends. We sent her off in a cab and walked over to the Pearl Oyster Bar on Cornelia St. Mmmmm, delicious.
Made it to our car without freezing to death and drove back to NoMe.
Late breaking update from Hannah — (ps i like how you just try to make daddy look like he did dumb things and conveniently left out that you tried to take my underwear out of my bag at the bar) xoxoxo
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