Back to Festival Land
This trip to New York has been lopsided, too much work and not enough energy for play. Last night, after another disco nap, we went out to see what was going on in the city. We took the subway to 11th Street and wondered around. T is right, the neighborhoods with their quaint low lit restaurants and residents strolling home from picking up milk and flowers are much more intriguing than the noise of Times Square.
We stopped into the Cubby Hole for a drink. Their tag line is “two margaritas, need I say more…,” cute. I was so happy to be winding up the week (almost) and T was so happy to be almost going home, that we joyfully settled into our seats to have some chill out time. Alas, the bartender frowned her way through every patron and customer, we couldn’t tell if it was her affect or she really didn’t like her job, and there was a young crowd there, so we got in a cab and came back to the Muse where we sat in the newly renovated bar/restaurant and had a pizza and then came upstairs and collapsed.