Now

Usually I read about an art exhibit and wish I could get there (say, during the pandemic when we ladies were trying to get to the city for a weekend), but it doesn't work out. One time visiting a relative, I did make to it see the sculptor Alberto Giacometti's work. It was wonderful. Just as wonderful was our trip a few weeks ago to the city to see the Manet/Degas show. 

The planning began in November during dinner after volleyball, and with a deadline of the first week in January (the show was ending), we made our plans. Driving to the city, getting a hotel, going into MOMA that afternoon, with dinner at an Italian place recommended to us by one woman's son before going to see the campy play Titanique, it was a whirlwind Wednesday. 

Thursday we found our own diner for breakfast before ubering to the Metropolitan Museum for a day of art. We had two hours until our time at the exhibit. By two we were coming close to overdosing, but a rest and snack break had us going on for another hour. My goal? To see the exhibit Women Dressing Women. 

With little time and a trip to see Vermeer's paintings, we found the show. A quick and wonderful glance at the dresses and it was time to meet and go. I was lamenting, and continued even while home, that I hadn't had time to really see the dresses and read their descriptions. Ah well. So much art and so little time.

After our only hour of downtime the whole trip, we went again to another recommended restaurant near (the also recommended) Comedy Cellar for an evening of laughs. Our last decision, it was probably one of the best parts of the trip. Five comedians - all good - with one surprise, a famous and hilarious gentleman, Ronny Cheng, doing a bit on MAGAs who are "willing to die for this country."  

First he did a long and detailed sentence summary of our foreign policy for the last hundred years before ending with the idea that they didn't have to die, just do their math homework and read the small print. We loved it. Breakfast at the same diner and home we were bound.

With regular life, work and then leaving for Florida, I never did write on our first but hopefully not last NYC trip. Bummer. And then this past week I saw and read a review on my Women Dressing Women exhibit. Now I had a way back, both to the trip and to correct my mistake. Lucky me.

Four women, three days and two nights made for one wonderful.

And Then