Fall (Continued)

Saturday we cabbed back down to the Village, and met Lauren and Joe for an awesome breakfast. Our merry group was joined by our friend Crazy Sheryl and her man Mark, along with Sheryl's boy Andrew. We went to an awesome Israeli breakfast place, and then walked the Village. We made it to Hi Line, an old abandoned El track now an amazing city park. From there we decamped back to the hotel, where Mark, Andrew, and I drank at the bar, while Sheryl shopped at closed Avenue of the Americas (it's a market on Fall Sundays) and Wifey napped. Sheryl and Mark left, Andrew in tow, and that night we all met for dinner at Fig and Olive, in Midtown. It was Edna and Mark, and Lauren and Joe, and Dr. Eric, Dana, and Jen -- now a grad student at NYU. We laughed and caught up. The restaurant was , well, NYC -- overpriced and just ok. I'm really spoiled here in Miami -- we seem to have better value in good food here. Maybe I just know my way around better. Sunday Wifey and I had breakfast at a classic Greek place -- and it was great except for their having copious amounts of grapefruit in the fruit salad. Since we were near Brooklyn, the Canarsie in Wifey came out -- she whined loudly to the Central American waitress about this fact. She really didn't realize the passion she expressed in explaining to the waitress that fruit salads were NOT all about grapefruit. The waitress shrugged, brought her another one, and set about waiting on the many other New Yorkers who make up a tough crowd... Grapefruit ussue behind us -- we cabbed to Queens to see the museum of the Moving Image. We enjoyed it -- it's pretty new, and part of a redevelopment of the movie and tv industry in Queens -- the original center of the industry until they decamped to Hollywood... Afterwards, we walked Steinway Street, and gor great pizza and souvlaki. Steinway used to by mostly Jewish working class, and is now WAY diverse. Plenty of gay guys were about, too -- gentrifying the neighborhood. We cabbed back to Colombus Circle, and walked in Central PArk in the glorious Fall afternoon. I showed Wifey Strawberry Fields, which she enjoyed, and then lied to her about the distance of the walk back to the hotel. I told her it was short -- it was, in fact, about 1.5 miles. Wifey made it, though, and brought us turkey sandwiches and watched the finale of "Breaking Bad." The next am, our group met and cabbed to JFK, where Jet Blue (tm) whisked us up to Burlington, Vt, for the start of our foliage tour.