Saturday In The Park

On Saturday, we didn't have any committments until 8:00pm when we were all to meet up at Tavern on the Green for the rehearsal dinner, even though the charming couple had already been married twice already and a rehearsal seemed a moot point. But we must do the proper thing if we are to do anything at all.

So YHWH and I decided to take the girls on one of the double decker sightseeing buses which prowl around the city. We weighed several activity options at first, but we thought this would be a comfortable, safe way for them to see the whole island and pick out things they liked that we could go back to. First we had to navigate our sortie from the NYAC. It is possible for one to wear humane clothing and still enter and exit the building. I called the day before we left to be sure that a secret exit passage existed and brought my tennis shoes and jeans for our daily activities. What you do is take the special secret atheltic elevator down to the third floor and then leave the elevator lobby and amble down a hallway until you find a stairwell marked 'C'. Then take the stairs down to the first level and you can go out the back door. They make it a hassle, but I was glad to have the option.

We had some good bagels to start the day and then made the short walk down 7th Ave to Times Square in order to catch the tour bus. It was very nice and crisp - upper 40s - to start out and we made a brisk walk to several tour stops in order to get the best spot on the bus. C. F. Kats appeared overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of Times Square, so we were reassured in our decision to go easy at first. It was almost like LA oddly enough. At Times Square we saw a car commercial being filmed. Then down by the Flatiron Building we saw Will Smith and crew filming (I later learned) I Am Legend. We got to see some burned out vehicles and trash and all around disasterish looking sets. We got to see a stunt as well where the crew spun a new Mustang around in the middle of the street; saw a bluescreen on the hood, tho, so I guess the zombies will be added later. And still further on we saw a 'model shoot'; some kind of ad I guess. Our only departures were a walk down to Battery Park for a view of the Statue of Liberty and a promenade around the South Street Seaport.

Finally, we got off the bus at St. Patricks Cathedral and walked up 5th Avenue. This walk was like the scenes you see in movies as it was just packed with people. C.F. Kats wasn't too happy with that either. After a quick lunch at Trump Plaza we went on up 5th to Central Park Zoo to see the penguins and polar bears. Finally, it was time to head back to NYAC to dress for Tavern on the Green. But, on the way there we passed Jennifer Anniston and a couple of friends. After their first day in NYC, SGK thought she could stay forever and C.F. Kats was certain she couldn't.

We got back to the room with about an hour to spare and began the frenzy to 'get ready' for the dinner. I wore khaki pants, a black dress shirt and a black and tan checked coat with a 15 cent skinny electric blue tie from a thrift store complete with my monogram in gold. YHWH and C. F. Kats had fancy party dresses and SGK had a pink and black velvet number. We did clean up good, I must admit. We were told to take a cab down to Tavern and not to be late. However, just before we leave the room, we get a call from YHWH's folks that 'you'll never get a cab'. We found this odd that the swankiest part of NYC would want for cabs on Saturday night, but we prepared to walk the six blocks through Central Park. So we get down to the lobby and the bellboy says there are tons of cabs (like we thought). But then we see YHWH's brothers waiting down there for their wives. YHWH mentioned we were going to grab a cab and see them there and they began scoffing at her for taking a '20 minute cab ride instead of a 10 minute walk'. It's pretty sad to watch that family operate. They must be pretty insecure if they think it makes them look macho to goad their older sister into walking through Central Park at night with her children in tow. So we walked. It was a nice walk, tho. Guess who we saw milling around the bar when we walked in? The brothers and their wives - they took a cab because the wives wouldn't deign to walk through the park. Pretty sad.

So it's 8:00pm and we have the open bar with cheese in the Rafters Room first. This was the mingle portion of the night and I was forced into small talk, which I hate. The room we inhabited was long and narrow and replete with mirors and twinkling chandeliers. It was quite tacky in an out-of-touch Victorian sort of way. Here also one of the odd phenomena of the whole weekend began to play out. For some reason, the whole weekend was focused on where everyone was from. Generally, I don't mind this and in fact, I put a lot of stake in where people are from. However, in this case, we practically wore scarlet panhandles on our shirts as all anyone could talk to us about was OU football and cows and flatness. The whole room was full of either New Yorkers or Argentinians and that's all they could come up with. And that is one of my lifelong peeves with New York and foreigners in general (frequently said of Americans abroad, no doubt) is that they purport to be so superior because of where they live (in the case of NYCers) or because they can speak 10 languages (in the case of the Argentines) and yet they are so insular and sadly ignorant of anywhere but where they live or where they vacation. It was like a quiz: "Where are you from?" "Oklahoma." "Oh. Football and oil, right?" "Ding! You got me there! Ten points for you!" I wanted to start saying, "Argentina - ass kicked in the Falklands, right?" or "200% inflation, right?" or "Gunning people down in soccer stadiums, right?" But you know, you can't win when you do that.

So, I had only eaten a dog from one of the street vendors all day and here it was 9:00. My two Tanqueray and tonics on an empty stomach were getting to me, but I stood fast. We finally were seated a little after 9:00. Blessed be, there was a roll there waiting for me. We were seated as a family plus YHWH's sister and a couple from -- Canada. Somebody up there likes me. No, really, they were about the only real people we met even though they didn't know anything about Oklahoma, except that Frank Keating was in the guy's law firm. I was sure we would get to eat then, but no, there had to be speeches made and apparently it's bad form to eat while people are speechifying. One speech was great, tho. YHWH's uncle was raised the son of a doctor in a medium-sized town in Oklahoma, went to military school, was in a fraternity, and has held high-powered jobs in Boston, Washington, and Los Angeles. He's no stranger to these things. So, after all these speeches about Argentina and French people from Dubai and on and on, he gets up and makes an unscheduled speech. It was awesome. To paraphrase, he said, "All this talk about foreign places is well and good. But the bride has chosen to become an Okie and we welcome her into our hearts and homes!" All us Okies (except YHWH's immediates) let out a, whoop and the bride's family got a big kick out of it. He really brought the house down.

So, we sat through about 10 trips down memory lane before the first course came out - at 9:50. It was a large bowl with three small raviolis in it that reminded me of our Franco-American lunches at daycare. We got to choose whether we wanted duck or filet mignon for our entree which was served at 10:30pm. I went for the filet which was definitely the right call because everyone who got the duck said it was horrible and could not even be cut much less chewed. I was kind of bummed about the filet because it came without the nice bacon wrap for added flavor. But hey, what do you want for $175? Later, our Canadian tablemate let on that Tavern isn't known for it's food. This I concurred with as I took my first bite of half-frozen strudel for dessert. But those gin and tonics were really, really good.

So at a little before midnight we got up to leave. After I paid the $8 to get our coats back, I noticed that there was a line of about 30 people to get cabs. So we decided to brave it and walk back, although we went down Central Park West (aka 8th Ave) instead of through the Park. We saw a few street people, but it was safe.

By the way I got rave reviews for my dashing look and charming personality. No, I'm not kidding. I just said I hate going to stuff like that, I didn't say I wasn't good at it!

And that was day two.