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eanja and I went to New York to see Rock n Roll by Tom Stoppard.
I like Stoppard, but my main reason for going was Sinead Cusack, an actress I've admired for many years. She's a year or two older than I am, and perhaps the sexiest woman I've ever seen. It helps that she's a damned good actress on top of it.
Since I kneweanja was a huge Stoppard fan, I thought I'd offer her tickets as a birthday present.
We got up before 5 a.m. to make it to South Station on time for our train. It was a nice ride, and we made our way to the Natural History Museum, mostly because I wanted to see the Hayden Planetarium.
Making our way there included walking from Penn Station to the museum via Central Park.eanja found an interesting fruit -- or rather, I found it, but eanja was fascinated by it -- which she documented. If anyone knows what tree produces a lurid green seed pod that looks like a brain, please let one or the other of us know. Right now, I'm calling it Sylar fruit, for those of you who watch Heroes.
The museum was terrific. In the end, I chose not to go to the planetarium because there were some minor strobe effects and the last thing I wanted was a migraine. We did explore the space center a bit, and saw some great exhibits. The AMNH is an odd mixture of very modern and extremely old-fashioned exhibits. I found myself charmed by the dioramas showing how apples were grown in Dutchess County. On the other hand, there were some stunning interactive exhibits in the biodiversity hall.
The staff finally kicked us out at 6, and we elected to walk back through Central Park to 5th Avenue and up to 45th Street to our theater. This is when we discovered that the stagehands were on strike and the performance was canceled.
I wanted to cry. I'll get my money back, but, dammit, I wanted to see the play.
On the other hand, we did get a great meal at Scarlatto's. They were kind enough to let us in even though we were nearly three hours early for our reservation.eanja had Pappardelle with Venison and I had a lovely Ossobucco with saffron risotto.
After going to Times Square, we found a pedalo (bicycle rickshaw -- I hadn't ridden in one since I was a child in Saigon) to get us back to Penn Station. It was more expensive than a cab, but sometimes you have to pay for the adventure.
All in all, I had a great, if exhausting, day.
eanja and I went to New York to see Rock n Roll by Tom Stoppard. I like Stoppard, but my main reason for going was Sinead Cusack, an actress I've admired for many years. She's a year or two older than I am, and perhaps the sexiest woman I've ever seen. It helps that she's a damned good actress on top of it.
Since I knew
eanja was a huge Stoppard fan, I thought I'd offer her tickets as a birthday present.We got up before 5 a.m. to make it to South Station on time for our train. It was a nice ride, and we made our way to the Natural History Museum, mostly because I wanted to see the Hayden Planetarium.
Making our way there included walking from Penn Station to the museum via Central Park.
eanja found an interesting fruit -- or rather, I found it, but eanja was fascinated by it -- which she documented. If anyone knows what tree produces a lurid green seed pod that looks like a brain, please let one or the other of us know. Right now, I'm calling it Sylar fruit, for those of you who watch Heroes.The museum was terrific. In the end, I chose not to go to the planetarium because there were some minor strobe effects and the last thing I wanted was a migraine. We did explore the space center a bit, and saw some great exhibits. The AMNH is an odd mixture of very modern and extremely old-fashioned exhibits. I found myself charmed by the dioramas showing how apples were grown in Dutchess County. On the other hand, there were some stunning interactive exhibits in the biodiversity hall.
The staff finally kicked us out at 6, and we elected to walk back through Central Park to 5th Avenue and up to 45th Street to our theater. This is when we discovered that the stagehands were on strike and the performance was canceled.
I wanted to cry. I'll get my money back, but, dammit, I wanted to see the play.
On the other hand, we did get a great meal at Scarlatto's. They were kind enough to let us in even though we were nearly three hours early for our reservation.
eanja had Pappardelle with Venison and I had a lovely Ossobucco with saffron risotto.After going to Times Square, we found a pedalo (bicycle rickshaw -- I hadn't ridden in one since I was a child in Saigon) to get us back to Penn Station. It was more expensive than a cab, but sometimes you have to pay for the adventure.
All in all, I had a great, if exhausting, day.
