A few blocks from home, I pointed across the street. "How about we stop over there at Dunkin."
"No," she said resignedly, "I don't want a donut from Dunkin."
That evening we went into Manhattan to see Lady Gaga's next-to-last concert on the next-to-last night of Roseland Ballroom's existence. I didn't consider myself a Lady Gaga fan, but the spectacle was pretty great.