A week ago today, I got the following message from Persephone:
A gift under the
Christmas tree in Bryant Park -
Treasure in the trunk.
I was quite ready to take a break from my judicious grading and thoughtful commenting and go on a treasure hunt. I checked the weather: cold. Very. I decided that since this was a clandestine mission, (and also since it was cold) that I should wrap my head up like a Bedouin before I left:
I wrapped myself up in my most unflattering full length down coat (trust me: I look like a roll o' paper towels dipped in tar when I wear it) and off I went. I chose a southern approach so I could take this (blurry) picture of the lights at Lord & Taylor:
Then I turned the corner into Bryant Park and made my approach:
Then I approached some more:
Then I made my final approach:
By this time I was giddy. I was under the tree... in Bryant Park. With the lights all around me:
I walked around the base of the tree, peeking in among the boughs. And lo:
So I reached in:
I wsa giddy. Then I opened the package and I was really giddy. Because here is what I found inside:
Plus two CDs, arranged by Persephone, one titled Girls Against Boys and the other titled Boys Against Girls. I'd tell you what's on them but it's privileged information (except I can tell you my new favorite song is called "Brad and Suzy").
Mitteny happiness is nothing to this.
Thank you, Persephone. I love my CDs and the artwork and, well, the perfecty-perfectness of it.