Big Day

Sunday brunch- eggs benedict with crab rather than ham, with bloody marys and mimosas and all the trimmings like coffee cake and mixed fruit. It was enough to carry us through the Big Day.
First we attacked the Guggenheim where there was show on Frank Lloyd Wright's work. I gotta say being in his building was much more enjoyable than looking at architectural drawings. Maybe that's just me, Greg got all giggly about it.
Then a quick taxi took us to the Armory where Ernesto Neto is showing his HUGE interactive installation. WOW! You might remember that Greg and I stumbled upon one of his former works in the Pantheon, Paris when we were living there. This one was just as spectacular, and even better because it had a ball pit! Very sensual experience. Neto not only builds awesome looking structures but they involve all of your senses- tacktile, olfactory, taste (i'm not sure if it was intended, but i did taste one dropplet filled with clove)
Later we had reservations to a speakeasy! We had to find a nondescript phone booth at the back of an unassuming little hot-dog joint where they let you into a low-lit bar covered with taxidermist experiments (jackalopes and such) I'm not really one for mixed drinks, but this place is known for them so I ordered and was amazed. I'm in love with Sours now. But don't worry, it will not become a habit becase I don't think I could enjoy them elseweres.
For dinner Leanna and Paul had picked out an Indian restaurant they had visited once before. One star Michelin rating! Need I say more? There is no recapturing in words the delights that found our toungues.
We rolled back home on our bellies.