Saturdays are usually crammed trying to fit in the chores we don't get around to during the week - picking up dry-cleaning, food shopping and pet food shopping, plus cleaning the house etc. Not exactly exciting. Otherwise someone has to finish some work related project that didn't get done by Friday pm or has a deadline of Monday am. Boring for the person who doesn't have to work, tiring for the one who does.
Occasionally, though, the stars align and we have the day to ourselves and yesterday we celebrated by taking off for the city (Manhattan). We made reservations for brunch at Artisanal, and that has to be the steal in NYC: $25 for a mimosa and two of the best fine dining courses around. Of course we upgraded with six tiny cheesy gougeres and the man had dessert, but we would have been satisfied sticking with the menu.
Then we cabbed it uptown to see Liev Schreiber in Talk Radio. This was probably the best play I've seen in twelve months and Liev Schreiber is so easy to watch. It would have been perfect if it weren't for the two selfish arses who neglected to turn their cell phones off and the lady from Long Island who apparently supplied the pumps to the Blue Man Group and sat behind us popping gum throughout the performance. Gross and selfish.
Still, we recovered our tempers with cocktails at a bar before heading home, and I can't wait to go back to Artisanal and try the flights of wine and cheese.
Mmm, cheese and Liev, what better way could there be to spend a Saturday.