As I went to bed on Easter night, I was overwhelmed at what a rich, joyful day it had been. Part of that was the fact I got to spend the afternoon with Nate, Neil and a new friend Courtney. But honestly, I think it was also because the entire Holy Week ended up being so full of worship and beautiful services, each one unique and special.
Easter Sunday, I decided to return to Church of the Village, as I suspected seats would be easier to find there than at Marble Church with Neil and Nate. The church was full, but I had the good luck to sit down beside a lovely gal named Katie. She's about my age and has been attending the church for 6-7 years. She was very friendly and gave me her card so we can have brunch sometime.
Nate had made us a 1 p.m. reservation at a very chic place called MPD in the Meatpacking District. It was an easy walk from the church, and I had a little time to kill, so I took advantage of the gorgeous weather and had my first stroll on the High Line. It was as cool as everyone had said; it was an elevated railway created in the 30s to reduce the accidents near the Hudson docks. The railway was abandoned for decades, but it has recently been turned into an elevated park. There were a ton of people out enjoying the day, and we returned for a post-brunch stroll.
The food at brunch was good, but not really photo-worthy. I felt a little veggie-starved, so I got a salad and some crepes with brie, arugula and honey. All of it was quite yummy, but I would have appreciated it if the waiter had told me that my crepes would come with exactly the same salad I had ordered separately. It was a very good salad, but still. Neil let me have some of his steak and frites with bearnaise sauce, and I'm still fantasizing about dipping the fries in the sauce.
We walked around Chelsea for a while and ended up at Pinkberry. We haven't had much fro-yo weather since I've been here, so it was a perfect day for a cool treat. Right before we entered the store, the boys spotted Michael Moore huffing and panting his way down the street right past us; he'd just finished working out at New York Sports Club. I haven't yet developed my celebrity radar, so I got only the rear view.
Before we parted ways, I made the boys take this pic for my mom, who'd found us the perfect cultural outing in her perusal of the Times: a Brazilian dance show. Unfortunately, the performance times didn't sync up with brunch. You can't do it all!