K. and I played hooky on Friday and caught a bus up to New York City. I brought the laptop along, so that I could get some writing done on the way up and back, which worked out well. Although I was far from physically comfortable, I was surprised by how easy it was to write. However, my plan to stow it away in a storage locker at the bus station went south as those lockers no longer exist, presumably because they were being used as drop points by all those criminals and spies you see in the movies, so I was forced to lug it around all day, which kind of sucked.

First thing, we walked up to the MOMA, always my favorite museum. The Tim Burton exhibit was sold out, which didn't really bother us as we probably wouldn't have paid extra for it anyway. They had a great exhibit of French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson, a great capturer of social life around the world in the mid 20th century, and an exhibit of works by Serbian artist Marina Abramović, whose pieces include lots of live naked human performances, which was definitely an interesting experience.

After that, we were starved so we grabbed a nice lunch at a nearby French bistro, which was lovely, then headed up to Central Park where we strolled about and then relaxed in the Sheep's Meadow. Then it was was back to the MOMA for their regular collection, then a quick bite at Juniors and off to catch the bus home.

The rest of the weekend was pretty calm, but on Sunday, I cooked one of the best meals I've ever made. Slow-cooked baby back ribs (a la Alton Brown) and mashed sweet potatoes (a la America's Test Kitchen). Both were very easy to make and so delicious. The ribs were tender, juicy, and falling off the bone. And the sweet potatoes were a perfect accompaniment. I'm not always the biggest fan of leftovers, but I can't wait to get home to them tonight.