Easter Weekend, 2011 was lovely because:
  • It started off with a trip to the Met. Olivia and I used to make a point of it to get to the Met at least once a summer and when I was in school there were times I was there once a month. I love the Met. The last time I went was a mad dash to show my Scottish Little Sister, Ms. Jess, the entire museum before we had to run off.
  • We paid only $5 a piece to get into the Met-here's a lovely secret about the Met: for whatever reason (I think it has something to do with funding) they cannot insist you pay. The recommended donation for an adult is $20- RECOMMENDED. You can tell them, "I'd like to pay $10 for the two of us" (or less, there have been times I have an hour to kill and pop in and pay just a few dollars). They will most likely ask you silly questions or make it a little difficult, they asked Andrey and I if we were students though we couldn't figure out why as we were paying less than the recommended student donation. You don't need a lot of cash to enjoy the gorgeous art of the Met. I love that about the Met.
  • Hot dogs on the steps of the Met. With a saxophone. Need I say more?
  • I did not burn one of my Sunday morning pancakes. Even the first pancake was a beauty. I rely heavily on butter, also make sure the pan isn't too hot. You don't want to char the pancakes on the outside and leave the inside undone.
  • After receiving a gorgeous set of Onion Dyed Easter Eggs, I was even more excited to dye my eggs! Andrey and I used a PAAS set, Heinz vinegar and a piece of wax for drawing on the eggs (the color doesn't stick where you use the wax). We blasted music (my mother is now into Electroswing) and dyed until there were no eggs left to dye.
  • For the second weekend in a row, I ended it with Thai Red Curry. And a single Peep. I think that diet may be what dreams are made of.


  1. I think they ask if you're a student just for data gathering purposes -- not as in "Oh, so THIS is why you're not paying very much," but so they can keep track of how many people are students, adults, children, out-of-towners (also why they ask for zip codes). Don't feel bad about not paying very much: freshman year, I attended some NYU panel with a Met executive (membership director perhaps??) who assured us that we should NOT feel bad about paying very little, and the cashiers are not supposed to guilt you into anymore. I routinely give a dollar for me and my boyfriend ... and stubbornly do not feel bad about it!

  2. That's what I suspected, since they asked for my zip code too. I'm glad I'm not the only one! x.