While Mayi freshened up, I realized that I had lost my sunglasses. I took them with me to the Drew taping but never took them out of my purse. It was a cloudy day and I had no need for them. Now anyone who knows me realizes what havoc it causes me to lose a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. I hardly ever lose anything so when it happens I cannot let it go. Let me digress for a minute…
Eight years ago I came to New York with the “Vermont 6” (as our little group of six women like to call ourselves)* in December. After dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Waverly Inn, I realized I didn’t have my gloves. I had them with me when I left for the restaurant and when we were ready to leave they were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere. Three times. Even under the table. In fact, as we were walking out I went back to the table and asked the waiter to move the table out to be sure they weren’t there. True story.
Mayi and I decided I must have left them in the taxi. As I write this (after the fact) it is still eating me up. Were they expensive? No. Did they have a special meaning to me? No. They were comfortable and I had been wearing them for the past year. Now they are gone. I guess. So now I am wondering are my sunglasses with my gloves? Does NYC have a Lost & Found specifically for me???
Mayi and I walked to a restaurant Pierre had recommended, “Max.” It’s an Italian restaurant established in 2000 and on Broadway, so quite close to me. Mayi said she was ready to walk and I quickly realized that Mayi was ready to take on the city by foot. I love walking here since the likelihood of running into a historic landmark or well-known places is high. BTW, I was not disappointed with the food at “Max;” the restaurant is quaint and small and the kind of place I am going to want to take everyone who visits.
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*In October of 2002, nine of us went to NYC for a weekend to celebrate Gracie Goyenetche’s 50th birthday. We had a wonderful two days in the city culminating with brunch at the Tavern on the Green in Central Park. At that point three would return home, Andréa Bidart, Begoña Echeverria and Julie Plaa. The remaining six, Cecile Amestoy Kruse, Candida Echeverria, Kathie Goyeneche, Gracie Goyenetche and I would go on to Vermont for another 3 or 4 days. From then on we were known as “The Vermont 6” and have been zooming and traveling together (on occasion) ever since.