I have so many things to tell you this week. Still not fully unpacked, but had to take a day yesterday for my mom. We went into the city for a doctor's appointment at the medical center. When the valet attendant there helped me get her out of the car, she was so cute and told mom she looked like she was headed for a Broadway show. Got my wheels turning.
In and out of the office in record time and back out to the beautiful autumn day. I love to drive in the city and headed down Broadway through Harlem, Columbia, upper west side and into Central Park. I've done this before with her- just driving around the old favorites on 5th Ave. But this time ....
I just pulled in and that gentleman right there on the left made it all work seamlessly. Yes, madame, this way please. Out of the car and into a secret lift by the legendary steps, into the gleaming lobby with the fanciest of the fancies.
Lunch at the Oak Room, one of her favorite spots.
Quote of the day: after I pointed out to Mom that they had steamed brussel sprouts on the menu, she looked at me over those reading specs and said, "I didn't come to the Plaza to eat brussel sprouts!"
We enjoyed a delicious, lingering lunch in the quiet afternoon, laughed and chatted as if we had just returned from a day of shopping at Bergdorf's (which is where she got that marvelous hat 40 years ago.)
The hallway is decorated with enormous photos of the glams from long ago. Her vintage. (Sometime I should tell you about my hankie that was Jackie's!)
Frank and Mia and Grammy. (She blew a kiss to Frank.)
We poked around the hotel and took full advantage of every spec of elegance.
It was quite wonderful!
More than the average wonderful. It was "simply fantastic!"
I love my mom.