48 hours in NYC

Maybe Bridget feels like it was twice that long?

We checked out the Christmas shops at Grand Central Station (knit hats for $50 or $60??).

We stood in line for MOMA and lucked out with free tickets to the Van Gogh exhibit.

We did lots of walking.

Yesterday we spent a few hours at the Guggenheim Museuem

where we saw a spectacular phototgraphy exhibit, although the body piercing was a little less riveting (sorry) than the monochromatic snow scenes--probably that's a comment on my upbringing.

We ate often, saw "Rachel Getting Married," a good dysfunctional family movie (elope, elope, elope....) and spent some time at Bridget's neighborhood (NOT Starbuck's) coffee shop.

No pictues, but noticeable:

When it snows in NYC, the natives bring out their umbrellas.

Bridget enjoys eavesdropping as much as I do. We did not leave the restaurant last night until the couple beside us (second date maybe? getting to know you...) decided whether or not to continue the evening. They did.

Once again Vamoose was a winner. I had two seats to myself today, the bus left about 45 minutes earlier than my reservation, and we all cheered when the hysterical, screaming 7-year-old stuck in the bathroom was finally able to follow directions and OPEN THE DOOR.