I went to NYC with my mother-in-law, God bless her, if you know what I mean. ;-)
She's a trip. Grew up very privileged, very spoiled and her world view is way, way far from mine. She used to live in NYC and still has season tickets to the opera. Her husband can no longer travel and she's 87 and wanted to see the opera and the city and her friends ONE MORE TIME. Before you-know-what happens. So, I volunteered to take her and my hubby stayed with his dad in Austin.
I love NYC. I'm a newbie to the place, having only recently been acquainted with it when my hubby had a teaching engagement there a few summers ago and then again last summer. We get an apartment in the financial district and I spend my days at museums, riding a bike up the Hudson river path, ferrying over to Ellis Island, etc, etc. The second time, I even started using the subway. So I jumped at the chance to go again, even though I was a bit nervous about spending so much time with a such a difficult woman. I DID mention how difficult she is, right? She wants her way, she bosses everyone around, she pouts if she doesn't get her way, she'll tell you she thinks you weigh too much and constantly, constantly gives unasked for advice. She's not nasty, just assertive, and there is a difference. She always means well, I think. I tell myself that.
She's rich. She grew up with oil money and married oil money and so, there's money. And yes, I admit, that's part of the reason I volunteered to take her. I knew it'd be a whole new New York. One I'd never seen. And it was.
We stayed at the Waldorf Astoria in Midtown. Corner room. We took taxis everywhere we went. That the doorman got for us. We visited museums (which I do when I'm there) and then we LUNCHED. Like Ladies Who Lunch. We had lunch at the Carlyle and at the Four Seasons Grill. We went to the opera at the Met. It was Cinderella. It was the most awesome opera I've ever seen/heard. We had lunch at the Metropolitan Opera House's Grand Tier room. Very nice. I watched my manners and used the right fork. We took the train from Grand Central up to Bronxville where you have to make the big bucks to afford the property taxes that pay for the renowned public schools. My hubby grew up there. We had Mother's Day brunch at the Siwanoy Country Club with her 90+ year old friends. We shopped at Saks and had Lobster Waldorf salad there. The whole trip was just awesome and wonderful.
And she didn't make me mad or say anything that upset me or be a pain in the butt or anything the whole trip. She was pleasant to the waiters and taxi drivers and clerks and ushers. She was considerate of my needs (which, I admit, were few. I was there to facilitate her visit.). She knows art and opera and how to lunch. Plus, she's a health nut so we ate well and ate healthy. (Mostly. There were a few deserts.) We shared good times. We have one or two private jokes now. I started referring to her as "My mom". And, I got to see a side of NYC I didn't previously have access to. I'll never stay at the Waldorf again or eat at the Four Seasons. And neither will she. I'm really glad I made the trip and helped her go see the city and her old friends one last time. The best part? I did not gain any weight! I've never gone a trip and not gained weight. WoooHOO! Big wins all around.
Here's the famous lobby clock at the Waldorf. The people watching on Friday night was amazing.
Lunch at the Four Seasons. That's her granddaughter who will graduate Columbia next week and a cotton candy thing they brought her.
That's me outside the Met Opera House.
Her and her long time (I'm talking decades!) friend we visited. She's over 90 and still drives (a Lincoln) and she's fun.
Lobster Waldorf salad at Saks. I am so making this at home.