It was a blast seeing her, as it always is. It's so rare that I get any one-on-one time with her because we usually see each other at conventions, so it felt like we had tons to catch up on over our Chinese feast at a place called Sunny on 81st Street and Third Avenue. (Some of the best fried pork dumplings I've had, by the way, though the sesame chicken wasn't anything special.)
We called it an early night, since I had an hour's schlep home in front of me. Somehow I managed to leave the Upper East Side without visiting my mother!