My car was parked in a Monday/Thursday No Parking spot, so I had to go home. Actually, it was because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon, and my parking spot was a reminder that I couldn't postpone things this week.
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RQS and I spent Saturday by taking the subway into Manhattan and seeing the movie Pressure. It's a movie about the Meteorologist who was tasked with the responsibility of predicting the weather for D-Day in an age where computers had yet to be developed. (I won't include the primitive computer being used at Bletchley Park to decode German Enigma messages, as this was top secret and known only to Churchill and a very small staff.) I'm grateful that there were people like the British Meteorologist on our side, as I would have hated to see a world where the Nazis won WW2.
After the movie, we were about to walk to Katz's deli when we saw a Chinese restaurant a block away from the subway station. I suggested going here, even though my knees would be killing me if we used the Essex street station to go home. (It is not "accessible", and has a lot of stairs that need to be used to reach the platforms from which to board the trains.) Both of us ordered pork dishes, and I think my dish of shredded pork with little buns was something I'd order again at this place. RQS noted that a movie night and dinner would now cost over $100, and she'd be right. When you factor in $40 for Manhattan movie theater tickets and $80+ for a meal nearby, it starts to get pricey.
While taking the subway to/from the theater, we did some people watching . Both of us noticed a young woman wearing a skirt so short that it barely would keep her modest standing on the subway platform. I noticed while climbing the stirs that she was wearing a thong. (Leave it to my gender preference to notice such things.) There were other women we noticed, such as another young woman wearing lace trousers. (I wondered how she could stay comfortable given the chilly weather earlier in the day.)
When we made it back to RQS's place, off came the dress and on went the night shirt. It was time to get comfy and relax for the evening.
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Sunday morning came, and neither of us really wanted to get up. However, both of us moved into the living room before 10:30 (early for us on weekends) and took care of a little chore - slicing up cardboard boxes, so that the paper content can be recycled. RQS was a little surprised at how I did things, but she liked the results. So, once I got showered and dressed, we took the remaining bags of cardboard downstairs for recycling and it was off to my car to get a 12-pack of soda for RQS. I then drover her back to her house, and was off on the road home.
Normally, going home from RQS's place is predictable. But traffic jams in Queens leading to the Whitestone bridge forced me to take local roads to the Throggs Neck bridge. And even then, I knew that I'd have to take a roundabout way home to avoid Summer Weekend Sunday traffic. Instead of the 2 hours I usually need to get home, it took almost 2 1/2 hours to get to a nearby supermarket to get food for the week. I finally made it home around 7:30, and I was glad to strip off my dress, my makeup, and my bra (not in that order) and finally relax for the evening.
Tomorrow, it's off to the doctor - I wonder how he'll hector me about my weight this time....
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