Fuck it. And put on your favorite winter boots.
And go out, after searching the internet for the most steeply discounted tickets you can find. When I was a kid, we used to to go to the theater on a semi-regular basis. Not like we went every month, but once or twice a year. Tickets were less costly then, with discounts you could even get good seats. Hell, if I really liked the show, I would go more than once. Maybe because of the show itself, maybe because I loved a particular lead, or maybe because someone else was playing the lead and I wanted to see them. Now? Hah! The thought of spending money to see something already seen is obscene.
Les Mis is coming back to Broadway. Flower Child’s absolute favorite. I’d love to get tickets and take her, but those tickets are way out of reach, and will be for years. I hoped for Wicked, but no discounts there either. Mrs Fringe needs a steep discount. 20% isn’t going to cut it. Anything Disney is out of the question. I know, many are well done, beautiful–but it’s so rare for us to go, just no.
Found three tickets that might or might not have caused some vertigo and a nosebleed and broke out the Metrocard.
One way to tell NYers from tourists is their pace. NYers walk quickly. Husband rarely walks more than up the block to see his mother, but when he walks he’s fast. This was my only night out in I don’t know how long, I think it’s been 3?4? years since I’ve seen a show. I took my time. Sure, he was a block ahead of me–but I had the print out to pick up the tickets. Another way to tell tourists from natives is the camera hanging from their necks. Well, see, I’ve got this blog….So perhaps I looked like a tourist last night. I don’t mind.
I love live theater, and wish I could go every month. There truly is something magical, I think it’s in the theater houses themselves, in the plaster and gold paint, the chandeliers and hundred year old exit signs.
The show, of course, was lovely. Flower Child gripped her armrests throughout (we were pretty high up for sure) but loved the music, the costumes, the singing, the trip to the lobby during intermission and the peek at the orchestra seats, lol.
A few photos of Times Square as we walked back to the subway–and perhaps an explanation for why Mrs Fringe can’t tell a star from a photo flare from a smudge on the camera screen. It’s bright in the city–even at 9:30pm on a mid-winter night.
Just one more reason I would love NYC – I’m a fast walker! I watched a documentary once about NYC walkers and it was instructional in the sense that it showed outsiders how to merge – yes MERGE onto the sidewalk! I swear, I was so excited about FINALLY being understood!
Love the boots, and the lights, and as always ,your stories!
LOL, that’s so funny, Diana! I’ve never heard of that documentary, I’m going to have to look for it 🙂
Times Square is actually the worst area for walking. SO many tourists, a lot of business in the district, and a major hub for all the trains.
I love you (if those are your feet)! Theatre, marvellous. Do a house swap with me – your fringlings will love it and I do dogs!
Those are indeed my feet–from last night, on our way out. 😀
And you keep tempting me…
SO COOL!!!! Also, those shoes/boots are totally something I would wear.
Thank you! 🙂