off to the harry potter exhibition! the flying car is outside. giddy excitement!!!
photos weren't allowed and this is my very sad attempt at using my spy pic app. um. I need some practice I think. the part that doesn't help is my perpetually guilty looking face. I really need to get some spy training or something. oy.
off we go in search of the chrome andy warhol in union square. we asked a few of the facilities people there but it was all swahili. or something like that. I may have remarked that it seemed we were in the amazing race and this would be the point in the show were someone says "I wish they spoke english!" it's always the twin models or the bickering long distance dating couple. you know what I'm talking about. moving on. so yes, there were tons of people out because there was a fabulous looking farmers market. mini-me spotted the chrome andy warhol. and I have to say I was a bit disappointed. I really thought it was going to be HUGE. there wasn't a sign anywhere that said you couldn't touch chrome andy warhol. and seeing that there wasn't a guard either. I touched it!!! I did. and it felt good. take that rodin museum in philly. why yes, that is hand....moving in for the kill.
there were also street artists. this boy happened to be homeless. someone had kicked over his cup of change and I had gone back to give him some cash. cause. well. I dunno.
after wading through the hordes of people and going back and forth several times. I couldn't hold out to get back to the apartment to eat. so we ducked into the shake shack. I'm not a huge burger eater. beef is just not my thing. but I'm telling you....this burger...I dream about this burger. it was so good. and juicy. and lite. I can't explain it. it just was. I met a very nice italian family (read: jersey shore) who shared their table with us. mini-me kept trying to instill the stranger danger concept with me. but I was all...what the hell. I'm not eating standing up!
and the rest of the day was spent hanging out with the boy. which was lovely. we grabbed salads and tea. then thrift shopping. then he escorted us to the bus stop. well. sort of. it's the thought that counts.
I miss him.
