We had breakfast at Barney Greengrass. It was delightful to sit on their sidewalk seating and take in New York sights and sounds. Our waiter said to every customer "Just to remind you -- we have latkes. It's not on the menu." Of course most of the people eating there have never eaten there before, so we thought it was pretty funny. I had a pumpernickel bagel with sturgeon, which was completely delicious. And Cel Ray and coffee and we had those latkes, which weren't great but we had to have after the performance of our waiter.
Museum of Sex? Yeahnothanks. We had tickets to visit the butterfly room at the Museum of Natural History.
We headed back to the hotel, intending to see the balloons inflated nearby on the way to the museum.
Uh oh! All of New York was there to see the same thing (balloons, floats, museum). Neph overheard someone say, of the line, "It's long, but it moves". Here's the view to the right and left of us. Royal Flush porta potties at the ready.
TRUTH. KNOWLEDGE. VISION
GREEN GIANT
We bailed, and went uptown to Harlem (Sugar Hill!!) to see the place listed on my dad's birth certificate, 291 Edgecombe Ave. While waiting for a Lyft, the Chairman of the Walt Disney Company walked right past us. Santa Pizza Man thought we were looking at *him*, and was pretty jazzed.
Here we are at our destination! I had never seen it in person but our besties had once sent us photos. The building looks fancier on the outside than I believe it is on the inside. My aunt said that when my dad was a baby they had a coin-operated stove, and that they put him in there in a shoe box. My dad's retort was "And that's why you called me your half-baked little brother."
Here's the view from the building. It overlooks what is now Jackie Robinson park. The pool wasn't there when my dad was born.
Getting back home wasn't as easy as getting there. Neph couldn't make contact with the Lyft mothership. I had only 6% battery, and didn't think I had enough to hail the Lyft. So we tried to hail a cab (they do exist, but are infrequent), and met some nice people and their dog Pistol ("with no bullets!") who were waiting for a ride. After a while I decided to try to hail a Lyft. At this point I was at 4%. The Lyft arrived, I immediately tipped, and we were good to go.
Back at the hotel we had some snacks and could both watch Star Wars and see that the fire inspector hasn't been there recently. Can't wait to show this photo to our head of facilities at the factory. She will lose it.
Then we went to see the worst comedy ever, at the New York Comedy Club. There were two or three MCs, who really needed help with their crowd work. We in the audience often gave them something to work with and they'd get stuck on the meaning of a WORD, which is part of one of the guys' schtick (being dumb). One young woman, who we were really rooting for, had just booked a Neutrogena commercial that day and I hope that goes well cause she was really not good at comedy. And one guy talked about how his dad goals were for his daughter not to be a "ho" and that if your kid gets molested by a person in a wheelchair, "that's on them". He was met with absolute silence.
Speaking of "that's on them", several of the comics blamed the audience for themselves not being funny. "You're giving 'preview audience' vibes."
That's on you, babe.
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