Sunday afternoon we went out to enjoy the city. First we went to the Whitney Museum of American Art since it was the last day of the Psychedelic Art exhibit. Apparently a whole lot of other people had the same idea. The line was out the door and around the side of the building. We were almost bummed but then we remembered that with my ID, we could go to the corporate member desk. We went in, someone gave us two tickets (for free, for a savings of $30), and we went up to the exhibit. No waiting. It was sweet. Here's a pic of Janis Joplin's Porsche, on display downstairs as part of the exhibit.
Then we decided to walk in Central Park for a bit. After getting some amaretto gelatto (so fabulous), we walked toward the entrance. And walking out of the park was Ivanka Trump and some guy. I said to Heinz, "Look!" quietly, because I didn't want to say her name where she could hear me. So Heinz looked behind him, and totally missed her. He said that we needed a system for such occasions, so next time I'm just supposed to say "twelve o'clock." But he actually asked me how I knew it was her. Um, because I work at People?
We sat on a bench for awhile in front of this little pond. We left due to the screeching violin--some guy thought people would give him money for that. Maybe we were supposed to give him money so he would stop.