My friend Eve took me to lunch in the Trustees' Dining Room at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which is paneled with sumptuous curly maple, has a view of the tree canopy of Central Park and serves superb food. Naturally, I got overzealous in my conversation and practically shouted the phrase "dicking around." Luckily, most everyone in the room was old enough to remember V-J Day, so I don't think they noticed.
Followed our meal with a visit to the rooftop garden, which I've also never done, checking out these spectacular Jeff Koons sculptures.
It was a beautiful way to end my tour, made even better by my Jersey reading, which drew 150 people, mostly theater geeks from the local high schools. So it all comes full circle.
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