Last weekend was kind of the best. Mom and I bought tickets the day Elton John announced his last tour. Then when the date approached, we decided to make a proper weekend out of it! Grant was in the city, which made it all even more fun. We kicked things off Boston style, in honor of Granty. Lobster rolls all around!
From Red Hook, Mom and I rode to MSG for our much anticipated concert. Sure, we were late, and yes, there was a lot of middle age drunk dance/swaying, but Elton John was perfect. We kind of sat frozen for his whole set. Found myself crying to “Crocodile Rock” if that’s any indication of what kind of night it was. Post show, we walked past old Chelsea haunts and stopped for dessert at Milk Bar.
In proper New York fashion, we rode the train home. We were greeted by a sleeping Grant and a cozy apartment. Cut to the next morning and breakfast was top priority. Cousin John’s, a total favorite and neighborhood institution, was the ideal choice. Mom and I split pancakes and a breakfast sandwich. Grant went for French toast and whatever leftovers we could part with. We split up for a bit; Girls to the farmers market, Grant into the city for a meeting.
After flowers and kale were accounted for, I brought Mom to my favorite Brooklyn bookstore, Greenlight. The walk there was perfect and I picked up some memoirs I’d been excited to read. Exciting news: Greenlight opened a stationery store next door. We stopped in on our way out-just as perfectly curated as the bookstore. Your's Truly, Brooklyn, just another reason to love Fort Greene.
We’re Veurinks, so we napped. Then we saw Granty off. Relaxing afternoons with my mom are a luxury, considering the distance, so we soaked it up. A run to Gather was in order, naturally. Dinner was at Walter’s, another favorite. We met Ruby and had the best time. I was the happiest camper as we headed to BAM for a late night movie. On our way back, I treated Mom to my favorite diner’s late night donut magic. Talk about my ideal evening.
Sunday was church, brunch at Camperdown Elm (a new favorite spot in the neighborhood), and naps. It’s hard not to get sad when it’s time to say goodbye, but Thanksgiving is close. I love having Mom in the city. We decided this was maybe her tenth visit? Regardless, she’s pretty much an honorary New Yorker at this point-transferring trains with ease and drinking tap water enthusiastically.