The Seaport Museum often sends me email reminders of intriguing events. I always wish I could go.
Bit the bullet, and asked my buds D and LM to join a Type evening. LM had to bow out, so here’s to another time, girlfriend.
It was unexpectedly buzzy. Lots of young folks, artists, designers. All friendly and helpful.
We, D and I, went to Fresh Salt for a bite. Big recommendation here.
Shout out to my new Srpski pal at the Type fest, too.
Join me and other revelers in a jazz concert at El Barrio PS 109 Art Space on Wednesday September 23.
No rainouts here: The Backyard Jazz at the El Barrio Art Space PS 109 will go indoors if the weather is inclement.
I was introduced to Norma by my dear friend M. We went for a girl group luncheon with S one day. Since then, my friend I, who also lives in its environs, enjoyed a meal there as well.
Last night, after Carol drove me to see her friend Ron on the jazz trumpet uptown, she drove down Park Ave to show me the sculptures the local Park Ave supporters put up. Where to dine?
Norma. Caponata and carciofi, divine.
She was passing the Psychic’s storefront. Despite the late hour, she thought of knocking on the door. Sedutto’s had closed, as it always did at 10pm, so she knew there wouldn’t be ice cream in her immediate future.
For a city that never sleeps, there weren’t many places to welcome her. Both pizza places had shut their doors. A bar had its Closed sign in the window even though she could see a half dozen patrons inside.
It wasn’t particularly quiet on the streets, however.
She greeted a furry dog who greeted her to the delight of her owner.
She welcomed the interaction which met her requirement for pet surrogate encounters. The skittish fellow with the wide open eyes and floppy haircut did not want her to pet him. Maybe next time.
The air felt fresh, washed as it had been by an earlier drizzle. Each day promises spring, which we know is near because that is how time spins on this earth.
D. has this effect on door men around town. That’s how we wound up at the Speak a few months ago.
On Friday, after we attended a Works & Process production of Peter & The Wolf, we got an invitation to come inside. The man at the door of the Neue Galleries tells us that it’s free from 5 to 8pm. We have 40 minutes and I want to see the Klimt.
All I know of Klimt’s work I learned in Lady in Gold. Anne Marie O’Connor’s book was on the reading list J. had shared with me.
The Neue has not just Klimts but also Bauhaus furnishings. There is an unexpected Klimt clock.
On our way out, the man who had greeted us, tells us that the restaurant, too, is excellent. He is awaiting a hot chocolate to top off his evening.
We’ll have to return after the holidays, I’m guessing.
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