On Memorial Day I got lost in Rockland County trying to find Piermont so we could have lunch overlooking the Hudson.
October, we roamed Dutchess County trying to find the Stormville Airport flea market (even though I’d driven there twice before).
Last December,we visited the holiday train show in the Bronx Botanical Gardens (Bronx County)then headed over to Arthur Avenue, the Little Italy of the Bronx, for dinner, a distance of perhaps seven blocks. Well, I managed to turn the wrong way upon exiting the park and got completely turned around. Should I mention I lived in the Bronx for nine years and worked there for eleven years!
If they ever do a remake of Thelma and Louise and cast me in the Thelma role, the movie will end quite differently. I won’t be able to find the cliff.
A few Saturdays ago we went to see a movie – new year, new leaf, I was determined nothing would go wrong.I was picking CM up in Yonkers. I lived inYonkers for five years, knew it like the back of my hand. Then we were heading up to Port Chester. Port Chester is two towns north of Harrison where I lived for a different five years of my life and knew it like the back of my other hand. Anyone who knows Westchester is thinking, that’s about twenty-five miles south to pick her up then she’d going to head east, and back up north another 15 miles or so. Why, when there are movies all over the county?
Saturday arrived and yippee,not one wrong turn. But we did come upon a roadblock – at the ticket counter.
To be honest, there really wasn’t anything I wanted to see, but I knew what I didn’t want to see, a silent movie in black and white .
She thought one of the movies might be good; about a woman who’d been kidnapped and I guess her sister too, because now she was trying to find her.
“Hmm, that’s asking for trouble,” I pointed out when she returned. “There’s a Safe House playing and a Silent House. People could get mixed up.
We gave our tickets to the ticket taker and he directed us to auditorium #5 where we settled into our comfortable rocking seats for twenty minutes (yes, I kept track) of previews, each one louder than the preceding one until finally, “Your Featured Presentation flashed on the screen.
“We’re in the wrong movie,” we said in unison “We wanted Silent House.
It wasn’t, so we headed back to the truck . And I sort of, kind of, got turned around and ended up Rye, the next town but I knew how to get back to Port Chester so, technically, we weren’t lost.
I didn’t but I knew a good Italian restaurant –in Harrison.
” I know an even better place, Augie’s. It’s an old-fashioned neighborhood place, one side’s a dining room, one side’s a bar – definitely Margaritas. It’s in Larchmont, the next town.
And that’s how we found Gusano Loco Mexican Grill. Found it, but we weren’t there yet. I had to find a parking spot.
The restaurant was at one end of a bloc of storefronts, an Equinox gym was at the other.
“Why don’t you park in the Equinox parking lot?” Asked CM.
We drove a few block, made a U-turn, passed GL again, made another U-turn, passed GL again, tried a side street.
“I don’t see why you don’t park in Equinox.” CM was getting cranky.
Need I say more. Yes I need to.
A week later I had dinner with my sister-in-law who happens to live right near GL and related our saga.
You could have walked to Mary Ann’s ” she told me.