New York Saturday, July 1

Dave was up and out early, searching for coffee. I stumbled out of bed for my ablutions. We had breakfast across the street and made our way down to a meeting in Hell's Kitchen. It was marked only by a red door, below street level. The room was tiny, with one wall exposed brick and it was quite cozy. I was asked to read the preamble of Alcoholics Anonymous. When it was my turn to share I got a bit emotional, being grateful for that moment and to be there with Dave. It was incredible to me to be that comfortable in a room full of strangers.

From the meeting we met up with Mr. Hell's Kitchen at Starbux. He is delightful and although not in recovery knows his way around the lingo. We had lunch at a nice diner. Got a bit of a show by an older lady, overweight, wearing just a yellow bra (many sizes too small) and jeans. Wildly fantastic makeup, 'twould scare a youngster for sure. I got pictures of her but lost them the next day when I accidentally deleted all my photos. Alas, Mr. HK's chihuahua, Oscar, was one of the casualties. We met Oscar at Mr. HK's apartment. The man has an amazing collection of Pinocchios. Staggering I tells ya.

Dave made his way to the subway for the trip to the Bronx for the Yankees/Mets Subway Series while I headed for the MOMA. It has just recently reopened after an extensive remodeling. There is an out-of-sight Dada exhibit. Extensive. Never seen so much Dadaism. On the third floor was an exhibit of current product design, and that was fantastic. One thing though, to get to the other galleries on each floor you have to pass over a bridge six feet wide with glass sides. My fear of heights forbade me traversing any of those. Hmmmm.

Dave made it back from the game, I was napping and snoring. I did not know I snored. But Dave does too, so there. Snoring bitches.

We walked over to Rockefeller Center where we just sat for a long time and watched the boys go by. There were other types of humans, but none so interesting as the men in New York City. Ahem. AHEM. AHEM! Not fair.

We made it (hobbled) back to the hotel, watched a bit of television and then off to sleep. I had my first night of not getting up to pee in almost three years. Incredible sleep. Yea.


Dave and the Donald