The day was supposed to begin with an early morning jaunt in Central Park. The rain came. Traci bailed. And I was ready.
Eating seemed necessary, and the Met Museum provided dry shelter. I didn't know much about Alexander McQueen before my visit, but now know he was a genius. Absolutely.
Lunch was next, and now Traci and I are attempting to see a movie. But so is everyone else. And that isn't so fun.