CATS---A wonderful seque into our NY evening...thank you....
I love New York.
We walked to Central Park and sat and watched the rollerbladers. It was a beautiful day. On the bench next to us was a man who was declaiming loudly and with a remarkable NY Accent that the market was about to crash. Every other word was the F word. I kept shushing Dan and saying I wanted to listen. (I mean, you never know where your next great tip will come from) but Dan said, "penni he's a street person! Why would you listen to him?"
Well-why not?
We walked to the Metropolitan Museum-Dan wanted to see the Seurats. I sat and watched the people-and we realized that he is an introvert and I am an extravert-he remembers every place we go, and I remember the conversations and people. So I sat and watched the wonderful NY buffet go by and he looked at the pictures. And later we compared.
Then we ate at a wonderful Irish restaurant-Dan had lobster ravioli and I had prime rib. Which in retrospect doesn't sound too Irish, but the owner was and the waitress had a wonderful accent and the menu had pictures of Brendan Behan and Sean O'Casey and Yeats on it.. THe water boy turned out to be an engineer from Austin, Texas, which when you're a thousand miles from home, is like finding your neighbor. Dan gets embarrassed because I get everyone's life history. But really this boy had a wonderful voice and I thought he might be a singer. But no. he was an engineer looking for work.
Then we went to see Cats (ahhh-the seque, finally) which Dan has seen three times, but I had never seen. What a great set. When Graziella sang Memory, I thought I'd die. She was incredible. My throat hurt after. The energy of youth astounds me. The talent, the drive that sends these young people to take on the world, is heroic. What is it about entertaining? What makes people put themselves out there like that?
Then we went back to our hotel, the Mariott Marquis, which had many floors but there were scoopy bars on each to keep you from throwing yourself over. Not that I was tempted to do so, but apparently someone was once at some time.
At 1:30, there was a terrible argument outside our door, but it was all in Italian, and i couldn't understand it, so I just opened our door and slammed it with a nasty attitude and they shut up. I was pleased with myself, and felt it was just the first of the many acts of wisdom and knowledge that will exemplify my reign as Head Crone.
Cat-drawn chariots...a staging challenge, true. And I am too sleepy to conquer it tonight. Tomorrow... |
