|Wednesday -- MJ and I got to my mom's in Sunnyside, only to discover that her shower was broken. The drain had clogged and Mom had poured drain cleaner in it to open it, only it hadn't worked. MJ and I walked to Jamie's so she could take a shower. I then walked back to Mom's to meet the plumber. |
We (MJ/Mom/Jamie/me) went to Zen Palate for dinner -- the one at Union Square. Zen Palate is a vegetarian restaurant. Despite being a meat-eater, I left satisfied. MJ was less satisfied. Jamie was in heaven -- he could eat there every day.
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Thursday -- MJ and I went to the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, then Ground Zero, Battery Park, Wall Street and Chinatown. We then went back to Mom's for dinner. She made turkey, homemade pumpkin pie, and more. Her friend, Joan, joined us, and she brought food too. And Brooklyn Lager, yay! Joan works for one of the more celebrated government agencies, and over dinner, she and MJ shared stories about shaking down people for money.
We then went to Joan's to walk her dogs. She has one dog, plus another who has been rescued that she is watching until a home can be found for him, but she is growing attached. An unfortunate freak mishap with an umbrella led to my spiking MJ's new digital camera into the sidewalk. I was pretty mad at myself.
MJ and I went to an Irish pub a few blocks away for a late drink. Fox Soccer Channel was on. The pub was full of native Irish, and another girl from Michigan, which naturally MJ found. Another girl, Kimberly, was fun to hang out with, as was her boyfriend. I spent some time talking soccer with Paul, who quickly learned that I know very little. So instead we talked about him.
The satellite jukebox had a nice selection. I played MJ's favorite Buffet song for her (Tin Cup Chalace). I also played Porcupine Tree (Trains, Lazarus).
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Friday -- A trip to J&R to replace the camera. We found the identical model -- they had only two left. We took them both. Mom wanted a new camera anyway, and listening to MJ talk about hers, she was convinced to buy the same one. From there, another trip to Chinatown, for miscellaneous shopping.
We met up with Jamie and his mom (Mary Beth was in for the holiday) up in midtown. We went to John's Pizza -- I think everyone was pleased with lunch!
Then we walked and shopped around midtown. Fossil. Tiffany and Co. Jamie and Mary Beth went to FAO Schwarz. We all met up again at Bloomies. Then we went to the Pig and Whistle (?) on Third Ave for beers. Krista joined us there. After her forays in TV production and the salon world, she is going to dental school! MJ was surprised by how much she seemed like my sister, but they are best friends.
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Saturday -- At the half-price booth, we scored front row seats to Sweet Charity. We being: Jamie, Mary Beth, Ruchi (friend of James from law school), mom, MJ and me. We could see the wrinkles on Christina Applegate's face, we were so close. Also, we could see right up everyone's skirts, we were so close. Granted, their skirts were flying up with all the dancing anyway, so its not like we were seeing something everyone else wasn't seeing anyway. The guys behind us were leering and hooting about what they could see. From our seats, she was as close as just two or three feet away, at times. It was an excellent show, great acting, dancing, costumes -- very well done!
I was thinking, after we saw Applegate, that she must be older than me. Not that she looked bad, she most certainly did not. It seems like Married with Children was so long ago. But I checked, and actually she is a couple months younger than me.
Saturday night, MJ met up with a college friend (Mario and his family) while I went with Jamie and Mary Beth to meet up with some other lawyer friends of his (Cheryl and her sister Michelle). We went to an Indian place in the East Village... then to a little sports bar called Standings.
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Sunday, we drove home. Largely uneventful except for some highway stupidity. We had stopped somewhere in Pennsylvania for Taco Bell -- an all-in-one gas station and Kentucky-Taco-Hutt. Exiting the parking lot, there were two lanes, one to turn left, one to turn right. Well, this moron was in the right-turn lane with his left signal on, and the left lane was open. So I pull into the left lane to make a proper left hand turn. He and I both turn left at the same time. He is laying on his horn the whole time -- and then he starts riding after me on Interstate 80. I'm thinking, I don't really need this crap. So, finally, I let him pass me -- silver Honda Accord, with Ohio tags, Xavier College plates. By now, he (or more likely, his passenger) has made a sign and stuck it up against the window that says "Your Team Sucks and Your Driving Does Too." My team? Oh yeah, I have a Cleveland Browns magnet on my truck! Well, my team DOES suck. But my driving most certainly does not! YOU are the moron who turned left from the right-turn-only lane! I move in for a closer look at that sign, then get out ahead of him, then find a slow moving truck to block him for a few minutes. Then I move ahead a few car lengths in traffic.
And this is where it gets really fun. Apparently these fools thought they'd call the police. A few miles up the road, there is a police car in the median, he pulls out after I pass and pulls me over -- and the silver Accord pulls over too! The cop comes up to my window, and says they called in to report that I got "a little close" on a lane change. I stay calm, but indignant. I explained what happened at the gas station, I explained how he laid on his horn after he turned from the wrong lane and that he'd been chasing me down the highway ever since, I told him about the sign they made, and that now, they are wasting my time and his with this foolish story! Sign? the cop asks. I describe the sign and tell him to go look in their car, he'll find it. Of course, they deny the existence of the sign, but the cop proceeds to search their car. He finds the sign, takes it, and yells at them for lying to him, wants to know what else they've lied about. After he thoroughly chews him out, he sends them on their way, and now it is just me and the cop. And he wants to know if I would accept a written warning for an improper lane change, just so he has some paperwork for the stop. I tell him sorry, but no. If he wanted to write up someone, he should have written them up, since they made the call and then lied about the sign and everything else. He tells me to have a nice day.
A few miles up the road I pass the silver Accord again. I turned and gave him the evil eye. The driver was looking rather sheepish. I made what I would consider to be an appropriate gesture for the situation. He then fell back in traffic, never to be seen again.