I'm seeing the real signs of spring in New York. It's not tulips on the sidewalks. It's not birds chirping in the air (although we have some really vocal ones in our backyard this year). It's movie crews. I always forget every year how much filming goes on in New York in the spring and summer. I've perfected my look of disdain when some overly pierced intern with a clipboard asks me if I could please walk on the other side of the street so as not to disrupt the shot.

Last night, David and I went to the Mount Sinai Crystal Ball. It's the hospital's annual really big fundraiser. I have to admit that I don't usual look forward to going. I had been to two already, and they are usually kind of fun but largely dull. It's very dependent on who you sit next to.