Happy Birthday to me! Yay! I headed over to the best bakery ever thins morning to pick up the cake that my parents had lovingly reserved for me, and it was SNOWING. Yes. We have about 1/2 centimeter of snow on the ground. I told nasty Mrs. Middle School Art teacher that my birthday was in winter and not in fall. She pulled the solstice on me. Well, take that!
New York yesterday was fabulous. I got up at eight so as to be at the TKTS line in plenty of time and I was. My seat for Rock 'n' Roll was in the fourth row(!) and my promptness gave me time to take a nice long walk around Manhattan before curtain. The woman sitting next to me said something to me to the effect of: "Aren't you a bit young to understand this music?"
Well.
I said to her, "Tom Stoppard is my favorite playwright. His pacing is pitch perfect and his characters are always believable. Also, my parents like this music, so I learned by example."
She took me more seriously after that, and even watched my stuff while I sprinted to the bathroom during intermission.
The only low point of the night came when I somehow misplaced Penn Station. It was dark and all of a sudden my Mom genes kicked in and I had no idea where I was. So I called the Ps and had them talk me down and then I asked a nice concierge how to get there. His directions were perfect and I jumped onto an extremely crowded train back down.