I read in this morning's New York Times that one of the reasons for Gina's current visit to New York is to see the play, "The Merchant of Venice" starring Al Pacino. Where was I last night? Seeing "The Merchant of Venice" starring Al Pacino.
Edward and I got tickets with our friends Cheeks A Flying (CAF) and his lovely wife, that queen of jurisprudence, known affectionately throughout all the courtrooms of the land as Mommy. For more on CAF, please see the post, "The Importance of Gifts." Anyway, Edward, CAF and I hailed a cab to meet Mommy at the theater, and although we had plenty of time and did not suggest to the cab driver that we were running late, had one of the most harrowing rides over there that I have ever experienced. We drove on the sidewalk, missed pedestrians by inches and cut off numerous other vehicles. In order to save our lives, we decided to get out a few blocks early and walk the rest of the way. Not surprisingly, we all needed to use the bathroom facilities at the Millennium Hotel before arriving at the theater.
Despite sitting in the back row of the Orchestra section with a guy with a huge head right in front of me, I was able to fully enjoy the play and unbelievable acting by the aforementioned Mr. Pacino, who CAF noted, needs to go to the gym. At intermission, while the boys ran off to use the men's room (that really was some cab ride), I attempted to share a pack of almonds with Mommy. I struggled with opening it and finally the almonds erupted all over the people in the row in front of me, all of whom took the shower of nuts well, I must say.
There's another thing that Gina and I have in common. The Times article mentioned that she is working on "towering sculptures of people, often women, and often likenesses of herself". I admire that level of narcissism and can only aspire to such great levels of self-obsession. I'll work on it.
Edward and I got tickets with our friends Cheeks A Flying (CAF) and his lovely wife, that queen of jurisprudence, known affectionately throughout all the courtrooms of the land as Mommy. For more on CAF, please see the post, "The Importance of Gifts." Anyway, Edward, CAF and I hailed a cab to meet Mommy at the theater, and although we had plenty of time and did not suggest to the cab driver that we were running late, had one of the most harrowing rides over there that I have ever experienced. We drove on the sidewalk, missed pedestrians by inches and cut off numerous other vehicles. In order to save our lives, we decided to get out a few blocks early and walk the rest of the way. Not surprisingly, we all needed to use the bathroom facilities at the Millennium Hotel before arriving at the theater.
Despite sitting in the back row of the Orchestra section with a guy with a huge head right in front of me, I was able to fully enjoy the play and unbelievable acting by the aforementioned Mr. Pacino, who CAF noted, needs to go to the gym. At intermission, while the boys ran off to use the men's room (that really was some cab ride), I attempted to share a pack of almonds with Mommy. I struggled with opening it and finally the almonds erupted all over the people in the row in front of me, all of whom took the shower of nuts well, I must say.
There's another thing that Gina and I have in common. The Times article mentioned that she is working on "towering sculptures of people, often women, and often likenesses of herself". I admire that level of narcissism and can only aspire to such great levels of self-obsession. I'll work on it.
I know the bathroom at the Millennium. Very nice facility.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you know a lot of bathrooms.
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