But I go, figuring that if my hair looks better no one will notice my face.
After leaving Mark at Mark on Madison, I see a banner next door at the obscure (at least to me) Mnuchin Gallery that reads, "Cindy Sherman, Once Upon A Time, 1981-2011." I go in. The exhibit is small (under 30 works), and I am one of only two or three others there. No signs anywhere explain anything. But the enormous photos are astonishing, and the artist is the exclusive subject in every piece. It takes less than a half hour to go through the entire exhibit, but the images stay with me long after I leave.
One of the many things I love about New York is that you can find something interesting to do, even when you're not looking.
And while tonight's dinner has been planned for weeks, the exotic, outstanding food is unexpected.
Five of us meet at Salinas to celebrate Ronda's birthday. Our corner table is in the back room, under an open latticed skylight.
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| Janice, Ronda, Zelia, me and Shari |
We let Shari order, as she has been here before, and everything she chooses is incredible. We have many small plates, and paella (with skewers of seafood) as the main course.
The service is impeccable, the acoustics make it easy to have conversation, and the company couldn't be better.
We are there as the light above us changes from light to dark, and all shades in between.
We share one Uber home.
It's a perfect night in a perfect city with a group of friends I'm lucky to be part of.
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