My daughter Marnie came to town this past weekend, and except for the toe problem and the canceled flight, it was wonderful. She had a bit of trouble with her flight being delayed by an hour or so coming in from Chicago, but she arrived late Friday night tired and happy….and I was deliriously happy to see her. Our primary mission: fit the wedding dress.

Sunday was supposed to be bad weather, so we thought we’d do a bit of downtown prowling Saturday morning, then come home and do the wedding dress business. So off we went to the Village, more or less, planning to wander semi-aimlessly and enjoy each other, and the beautiful day. We got out of the subway and into the sun, and headed a block away, to the Maypole party. This post is photo-heavy, so I’ll put in a jump to save you, if you want to skip the scene. Lots more, after the jump.

spring + maypole + colored ribbons

half of you towards the pole, the other half promenade!

this dude was organizing the small children and telling them what to do....

...and this little dude was NOT having it.

Marnie watched

So we watched for a few minutes, and decided to walk around – planning to come back on our way home to see the Maypole all wound up in ribbons. We turned around, I took a step, and made some kind of genius move that resulted in serious foot trouble. My foot hit a mini-pot hole kind of deal around a grating, my ankle turned and my weight ground my right baby toe into the grating and I nearly went down. Didn’t hurt my ankle at all, but BOY OH BOY did I hurt my toe. I thought I was just being a baby about it, and didn’t want to ruin our wandering morning, so I limped along and tried to whine as little as possible.

So we limped along, slowly, and ate some hummus and took pictures and talked talked talked. We saw

art studios and

did you know Barbie is a bitch? and

someone loves chalk, and

you can buy chow mein there, and

if you want some company, go over there, and

our dutch history is visible around NYU, and

the weather was perfect for gardening, and

we have urban cows, and

this joint has been around for quite a while, and

a flaky old market, and

WOMP (whatever!) and

here's how you lure the elusive wino.

We finally headed home because I was in so much pain. When we got home and I took off my sandal, I felt so vindicated because my toe was grossly swollen, and black and blue, and misshapen and the whole thing was awful looking. And feeling. So I wasn’t just being whiny after all, go me.

The dress-fitting was a lot of on and off and on and off, but Marnie and I enjoyed the process as much as possible. It’s really beautiful on her, and I think it’s going to fit when I finish. We had shrimp curry for dinner, and Sunday we piddled and played and talked and finished the fitting. She left for the airport at 4………and came back around 7. Due to the “weather” her flight was canceled. And by “weather” I think they meant “gee we don’t know but it might rain.” So she missed work today, and that sucked for her. Of course it meant I got one more evening with her, and breakfast this morning, but I felt so bad for her.

Anyway. My toe hurts.