a history of me

Another day spent with Mom. Today we went to the always fascinating Metropolitan Museum of Art. Their "suggested donation" is now a "recommended donation" and it's a lot higher than I remember it being ($15?). Fortunately it's still optional. As usual, we spent over two hours inside and barely saw a third of the total exhibition space. My favorite scene is still the "Arms and Armor" hall but I was also hoping to see a piece of video art I had seen two years ago called The Quintet of Remembrance; sadly, it left quite some time ago. In its place are some really creepy pieces by Tony Oursler. I strongly warn you not to view them without some serious psychoreactive substances.
After the Met, Mom and I took a stroll in Central Park where an incredible event took place. We ran into Kazu and Jung Eun*, my friends from school! I knew they were coming to NYC but I had no idea they were already in town. Besides, even knowing they were around, what are the odds of running into them at that exact moment? Must be a million to one.
Following that improbable encounter, Mom and I went all the way down to Chinatown. Mom actually wanted to browse some of those little stores that sell, well, everything. We were going to grab a bite to eat at my favorite spot, Lin's Dumpling House on Pell St. To my horror, it has closed! Indeed, it has already been replaced by something else! This came as a real shock because I felt like it was like my own little secret "hot spot" for cheap, tasty treats. Guess it was too secret to maintain business, and that's a shame. The good news I found a new secret spot, Tasty Dumpling. It's on Mulberry near Columbus Park and it's cheap. Really, really cheap. No, cheaper. Imagine four steams pork buns for a dollar! Mom and I ate our fill for $5.75, total. I'm sad that Lin's is gone but it's a real thrill that I found a new joint.
After the meal we tried to locate the modern equivalent of the old Five Points intersection. Of course, those old streets have all been renamed and rearranged, so there are no remnants or even an acknowledgement of that past neighborhood. It seems change is a constant in this city, be it a tasty repast or a entire block.
*still not sure how to properly romanize this, sorry!