The play du nuit was *The Heidi Chronicles,* starring Peggy...errr...Elizabeth Moss (from *Mad Men*, which I love). The play was good, with the two male characters, stunningly named Scoop and Peter -- a good, solid production of a decent play, though a bit too issue-driven for my taste.
But Sarah Jessica Parker sat in the row in front of us -- right in front of us. No one said anything to her. The old biddies in the row behind me went all atwitter, loud enough for SJP to hear, I'm sure ("It's Sarah Jessica Parker"). We were all good, up to the point where I followed her into the Ladies Room and did my best "meet cute." [BTW, I tried using this term in class last semester and my students didn't "get it" -- I spent 10 minutes trying to explain it, which really wasn't worth it]
The mid-afternoon was spent around Herald Square, or is it Harold Square? shopping. Michael does NOT do shopping. He really does act like a 50s husband -- "I don't do that shopping stuff" "I hate shopping" -- including missing that there are people in Macy's trying to give him free samples and lure him in, and the appeal of 10 million square feet of clothing store space. I mean, I understand his notion of "who needs 50 options on black or charcoal khakis?" He seemed to want to stay together as a foursome, with dualing shopping desires, so I had to point out we could separate, even in a place as large as Macy's, as we all had cell phones. We managed. Though that Macy's is F***ing huge.
And, the final header point, dinner. We had a great time at a Brazilian steakhouse -- here's a picture, with the usual slabs of meat:
If you've never done this style of eating, there's a "salad bar" which has more food than most normal people would eat at a dinner -- tonight's had warm dishes of risotto, scalloped potatoes, rice pilaf, and a lobster stew, sushi, shrimp cocktail, potato salad, pasta salad, salad salad...I could go on. Once you warm up, you turn over a coaster to green and these waiters bring around skewers of meat: garlic steak, ribeye, filet mignon in bacon, pork sausages, chicken wings, turkey wrapped in bacon, lamb, prime rib...tonight there were no ribs. We were disappointed. Not hungry, but disappointed.
Now that you have the gist of the meatfest, I give you this: I invited a friend from LHU to dinner (and her NYC-centered partner). She accepts, and, in fairness, I tell her where we are going. She shows up and drops it that she is an Episcopalian -- she will eat fish, but not meat. Okay, we are in the home of char-grilled meat with carcasses being drug across the restaurant and she's...wanting more vegetables. Really?!?!?!? Of course, she's nice, and it was great having dinner and socializing, but...she could have said SOMETHING! I think there's another restaurant in New York. At least one. Even maybe Italian food. Fortunately, her partner loves meat and doesn't get it often (obviously). He packed on a few slabs.
Finally, K and I went to the Museum of Natural History (for a generation, always heard in Walter Cronkite's voice). Which is big. A long walk. My highlight picture is this --
Yeah, butterflies. Awesome, eh? Amazing, eh?
Sorry about the lack of comedy. M needs to turn his game up some. :)
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