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On Sunday, we spent the day in Manhattan.

First, we went to see “Knuffle Bunny” (a musical based on that adorable Mo Willems book). Dylan thought it was hilarious. Summer looked somewhat somber throughout but afterward, declared that she loved it and that it was too short. The musical pretty much painted dads to be lovable morons and moms to be super smart shopaholics. So after our little trip to the 1950’s, we went back to our old hood in the West Village.

It felt so good to be back in the city. We bumped into a lot of old friends and a former acquaintance who said, “Do you own a minivan now?”

I replied, “No. And if I did, it sure wouldn’t be that gold one I saw parked on Hudson.”

After we played in the park, we headed home and Rick pulled the minivan over in the Meat Packing District so I could grab pizza for the girls. The pizza place is just around the corner from a restaurant called Bagatelle.

Bagatelle is this place where people go for brunch. But this is not normal Sunday brunch. You get there in the late morning or early afternoon and you eat, drink, dance and party until you stumble out of the place at about 6 pm. It’s like a night club you visit in the middle of the day.

Mark it down as reason number 1, 478 that New York City is ridiculous and awesome.

So while Rick was waiting for me, a man shuffled out of Bagatelle and knocked on our car window.

Rick put the window down.


“Union Square,” said the man.

“What?” said Rick.

“Take me to Union Square. I will pay you $150 bucks.”

“What are you talking about?”

Slurring, “I want to procure your services.”

“I’m just a dad. I’ve got four kids in the back. This is not a limo service.”

How drunk do you have to be to use the word procure? Maybe “procure” is sweeping Europe. I have no idea.

And who confuses a gold minivan with a car service or a taxi?

I guess the same drunk guy who uses “procure.”

And finally, how much does Rick regret not dumping my ass, putting that wasted guy in the passenger seat and making $150 bucks on a seven minute ride to Union Square.

On a related note, Rick is now running a limo service out of Manhattan if you need to get to the airport.*

*That was a joke. Please don’t call us for rides to the airport. Unless you’re drunk and in possession of a lot of cash.

mama bird notes:

On The Mouthy Housewives today, what do you do when you know a husband is cheating but his wife is in the dark? We have the answer.

And on Babble NY this week, don’t miss a Pop Ups Puppet Musical, the coolest place to ice skate in NYC and Brooklyn’s first baby expo!

20 Responses to we should have gone to brunch at bagatelle

  • I think we drive the exact same model
    of mini van. Is yours that gorgeous shade of gold that can usually only be found in a rap star’s grill? Mine too!

    Anyway, I believe there are six back seats in your van and you only have four kids. I totally would have told that man to fork over the 150 smackeroos and squeeze in between the twins.

  • Jordana Bales says:

    How funny that the guy you saw at your New Year’s Day brunch at Florent lo those many years ago asked you for a ride this weekend! It’s so great how one always bumps into old friend here in NYC.

  • Heidi says:

    Ohhh, the minivan. There are so few options once you have so many kids…but everyone I know who has one loves theirs!

    I, too, might have given the guy a ride for $150. That’s the highest hourly rate I’d ever get. I guess there’s the whole safety issue, though, when you really starts the cost analysis. Everyone is New York is super safe and friendly, right?!

  • Amanda says:

    At least the guy asked nicely.

    I was once waiting outside of a restaurant for my husband when a random “confused” fella hopped into my back seat. When I started screaming, said gentleman quickly jumped back out to procure another ride.

  • Aunt Marcia (Guess Whose?) says:

    Rick should have told him, ‘the ride is $200 and my 6 year old daughter has a Learner’s Permit’ and she’s going to drive. If he were really very drunk, you’d have $200 as a down-payment on a pied-a-terre in Manhattan; which you desperately need/want.

  • annie says:

    I think I’m tired and getting your posts confused. I was reading this and thinking he could start a “handsome cab”. You know, because he’s handsome man at the restaurant? Oh nevermind.

  • anymommy says:

    Knuffle Bunny always makes me cry. I hide it so that I don’t have to read it. I might have dumped you for the $150, but I would totally have come back for you.

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