ehBeth wrote:
Friday a.m. Staten Island Ferry/Battery Park
Artie's (with LTX+) - what time?
Guggenheim (with LTX+, Noddy+) - what time?
Noddy - I'm going to plan backwards from your Guggenheim time ... so ...
EhBeth--
I think you're sounding sensible. My college friends are being spontaneous and devil-may-care, impromptu babes in the Big City, blessings on their fat fannies.
Let's say two for the Guggenheim. The museum is open until 8 so, 2 will give us at least five and a half hours of culture for the price of admission.
Chelsea Market is Two and the Guggenheim is Two. This should be possible to remember. It should also give you plenty of time for lunch at a Famous and Storied Deli at lunchtime.
Do you want to use me as a landmark for the newcomers? I'll be standing inside the main door, off to the right with a vaguely-ethnic, red shirt and a crutch.
Now we need LTX to check in, and let us know whether he's with you or me <fierce tug of war ensuing NOW :wink: > Friday morning.
Will we be having adult beverages together after the Guggenheim? or tea.
EhBeth--
Managing women that we are, we must remember that LTX may have made Friday morning arrangements with Mrs. LTX.
Hence my flamboyant offer to be The Lady in Red.
Of course, he can plead Mrs. LTX so as not to have to choose between us.
My hostess may or may not be interested in the deli....life is full of delightful alternatives.
<p.m. headed to Noddy, Mistress of the Delightful>
Buttinsky here suggests considering wearing a flag... that is, when I met Paola, she knew me because I had a rather wonderful color rusty orange big silk scarf wrapped under my coat collar. So when she was late and I went inside to check if she was inside the Met doorway, I didn't worry that she couldn't pick me out. I waltzed around the large entry hall and she showed up, did a scan and waved at me. No problemo.
So, if someone is, say 45' late for some reason, and the wait-er has gone along to see the museum, people know the lady with crutch in red, or... man and woman both wearing, er, what...
Quietly butting out again, soft shoe tapping..
Sorry not to have gotten back to y'all sooner, here's how things are shaping up for me. Sadly, we will not be able to make it to the Frying Pan on Thursday, so we will set our sights on Friday. I probably won't be able to get into the city before 11AM, so the tug of war is off for now. Does Artie's at noon work for everyone ? That would allow for a relaxed meal and a short constitutional before tackling the mighty Guggenheim at two. My better half is going to play it by ear, and will join us if she "feels like it"
on Friday morning.
<but I was sooooooo looking forward to the tug of war
>
Okey-dokey - E and I will be at Artie's about 11:45 a.m. preparing to greet LTX and hopefully Mrs. LTX.
Guggenheim at 2 p.m. - Noddy will be enveloped in hugs. Her friends will be scandalized "and how do you know these people?"
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LTX is tall. E and I are not. We are shortish and roundish - and of opposite skin tones. My hair seems to have taken on a Camilla Parker-Bowleish style while I was between trims - E has undone her short dreads, I'm not sure what it'll be like by Friday.
Osso--
If my college friend get any more flexible, I'm going to insist that each of us buy a mylar helium balloon and tie the string either to a wrist or a neck.
I can recognize ehBeth and if LTX is tall, he can see us all from his superior vantage point.
If we're still separated at 2:45, I will go find mylar balloons.
The thing about my flagrant orange scarf is that no other human would wear one at all, much less to the Met, even though, as I remember, I bought if from one of their catalogs a long time ago.
This reminds me of my meeting Roger or he me. Near miss...
Aside from my buttinskiness, I know Beth has the alltimea2kmeet record and doesn't need advice. It's merely that my keeping quiet has gaps, burbles, wee seeps..
Ossobuco--
As a sweet little old lady, creeping in from years of domestic isolation in the country, I will be comforted by the thought of an orange scarf emblazoned "Excelsior" in all my NYC trysts.
Of course ehBeth is perfectly capable of comandeering a loud speaker. "All A2K members will assemble in the front lobby, twelve paces from western swinging door...."
I can see that... ehBeth commands the Guggenheim!
Noddy,
I"m guessing that you know that "Excelsior" is the state motto of N.Y.
I had a thought that we could all don fezzes, but if memory serves correctly, a fez is a man hat.
And only one man hat is an island.
<chortle, and ten points!>
Personally, I was thinking of Longfellow, but the world is a wonderous place, full of variety and wit--and chortles.
From the pen of Henry W. Longfellow:
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, mid snow and ice,
A banner with a strange device,
Excelsior!
His brow was sad; his eye beneath
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
Excelsior!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!
"Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
And loud that clarion voice replied,
Excelsior!
"O stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
Excelsior!
"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch!
Beware the auful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last Goodnight,
A voice replied, far up the height,
Excelsior!
At break of day, as havenward,
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Excelsior!
A traveler, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with a strange device,
Excelsior!
There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
Excelsior!
I used to wonder about banners and packing material, but I wondered about many things as an innocent child.
Noddy24 wrote:Ossobuco--
As a sweet little old lady, creeping in
OssoB hasn't met you, but I have.
... creeping in ...
as if!
