New. York. City.
Yes, we’re off to Gotham–trying hard not to think about the Lambda, except as a venue for truly fabulous suede shoes and Cuban-heeled stockings.
I have mixed feelings about this: it’s not just a city, but (at least in the U.S.) The City. Since I think Moscow is getting too big, what with 2 McDonalds and now 2 liquor stores (Little Sunshine the temperance activist is deeply scandalized by the appearance of the new liquor store on our side of town–she feels that it reflects poorly on Moscow that one rumseller’s den of iniquity isn’t enough to meet the city’s beverage alcohol needs), I’m not sure that the spectacle of a city several orders of magnitude more populous than our entire state won’t be unsettling to me.
On the other hand, we’ve got a whole day set aside for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And there’s the Strand, which bills itself as “18 miles of books;” I can scarcely conceive of bliss greater than that. Well, 19 miles of books, of course . . .
Not to mention Christopher Brosius I Hate Perfume shop, where I can buy my favorite perfume of all time, In the Library. The website describes it as “English Novel taken from a Signed First Edition of one of my very favorite novels, Russian & Moroccan leather bindings, worn cloth and a hint of wood polish,” but actually it smells exactly like the Rare Book Room in the Ohio State University’s Main Library, where I have spent some of the happiest hours of my life. It captures perfectly even the subtle overtones of book dust, warm linoleum, and graphite. Certified to be irresistable to paleographers, archivists, and–lucky me!–Anglo-Saxonists of all ages and persuasions. Yes, that’s why librarians follow me around at parties (from a safe distance, and without trying to engage me in conversation).
We might also celebrate our 15th anniversary with the classic steak/frites/salade at Les Halles. Then again, smoked sable with a bagel and schmear? Or pastrami?
While I’m gone, Tuxedo Boy and Little Sunshine will be eating homemade Oreos from this great recipe: because nothing says “guilty and overcompensating mom” like an elaborate homemade version of a treat purchaseable at any grocery in town. Even if you aren’t abandoning your children for four whole days to gallivant off to the Metropolis, you should try them, because they are good.
Also, go to Bzzzzpeek and find out what animals say in nearly every language you can imagine. This site sums up the dreamiest possibilities of the Web for me: superb design, collated content available in no other medium (in this case, real live babies from dozens of countries making animal noises), and the opportunity to buy extra-nice tee shirts.