After a bumpy flight and a slow car ride, we arrived at our hotel to be confronted with a massive amount of security screening to get in the door. Cops and secret service all over. We could barely get to the check in desk. Turns out jd vance was in the hotel. “Lock up the couches”
Once we finally got to the room and put our bags away we headed out. Had a nice lunch then went to MoMa. They had a nice Frida Kahlo exhibition.
There was also a quilt square making activity, which I did.
Walked through Times Square on the way to Bryant Park, where we played Bingo (like the old days, when we lived here). The boy was able to join us after his work day. And just like the old days, none of us won a single round of bingo.
