magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The Archive for coffee with Cybèle. Waiting to hear from Chris about brunch. Last night he had said, 'I'll give you a call before noon.' He called a touch after noon. 'I just woke up. I'm still in Queens. I'll be back in Brooklyn as soon as possible.' One o'clock, on the dot according to his watch, he showed up and we walked over to Life.

Brunch. A quick stop at home. Then the L into Manhattan to the 2/3 back into Brooklyn, to the Botanic Gardens. It's kind of amazing to be surrounded by that many plants. You forget what it's like living in the city. Trees and shrubs and herbs and grasses and flowers, flowers still in bloom in November in New York.

When they started kicking people out of the gardens we headed over to the Brooklyn Museum, which as it happened, is free on the first Saturday of every month from 5-11pm. It was only 4.30, but Cybèle had bought a gardens/museum package ticket, and so went in ahead of us while we waited for half an hour. We didn't see her again for about three hours, when all of us had made a pretty good sweep through the museum and finally met up in the far corner of the fifth floor, where there was a room at the end of an exhibit of Sargent's portraits of children, set up to take photo portraits in a Sargent-like setting. Chris and I (or, Chad and I) had had a photo taken, which we gave to Cybèle, but she wouldn't show us hers, saying only that it was a 'terrible photo'.

We walked from the museum down to Park Slope. Got sushi. Took the train back home.