The Half Street was in NYC this past week. It was the HSH’s first trip to the big apple, and was loosely a birthday trip for me. Yes, my birthday is not till October, but we really wanted the HS-bro and SIL-E to be able to come with us, and being that SIL-E is about to give birth to the last little girl in my niece quinella, it was now or never. In fact the SIL-E’s doctor’s vote was firmly in the “never” category, but E worked up some tears to persuade her to give us her blessing. We were also joined by some good friends from H-town, so we had a regular little party going. The itinerary included: Good meals, South Pacific at Lincoln Center, Good Meals, Yankee game, Good meals, some sightseeing, and more good meals.
South Pacific was amazing, and the SIL-E and I were thoroughly enraptured for the whole 3 hour performance. (yes 3 hour, including a millisecond intermission. Can’t you give a girl a chance to pee?.) We were on the edge of our seats, and burst into applause at the conclusion of each song. We must have made quite the little group, as we were accompanied by 2 men feigning interest to please their wives. A word about seeing shows with my brother and sister in law: This is the second time I’ve seen a great show with them, and the second time we’ve had some off stage drama. The first time we saw Spam-a-Lot while it was still in previews in Chicago. It was a wonderful show, with a wonderful cast (Hank Azaria, David Hyde Pierce, Tim Curry, Callie from Gray’s Anatomy before she was Callie—she went on to win a Tony for her performance.) However, we had some jokers around us who also thought they should be nominated for Tony’s. They not only sang along with every song, loudly, badly, but they also uttered every punch line approximately 1.01 seconds before the actors did. It was infuriating, and threatened to ruin the show for us. We weren’t alone in this sentiment and other people began heckling them, and soon the men turned their loud voices on our whole section, basically berating us for being kill-joys. Thankfully an usher quickly intervened (I was shocked how long they let it go on for) and the men were removed from the audience so the rest of us could go on with enjoying the show. Fast forward several years, and change cities and it was deja-vu all over again. This time it was a lady behind us, who was talking very loudly as the orchestra cued up. She showed no signs of wrapping up her conversation either. She was quickly hushed by several people around us, and someone finally said "would you PLEASE be quiet" to which her conversation partner responded, loudly “GET A LIFE!” SIL-E and I about fell out of our seats as we whipped around to see if any punches were going to be exchanged. Fortunately (?) this ended the encounter, and we went on with enjoying our show. Although, someone behind us sang along with every song. Seriously, I know that it is hard to resist jumping in whenever you hear ‘I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair’, but really. The man on stage is a classically trained opera star, who recently won a Tony for his performance in the show, and you really think we want to hear YOU singing ‘Some Enchanted Evening’? Buy the song on i-tunes and jam out in your shower, but please, spare us. Geez.
More posts, including pictures, to come. Topics to include: Yankee Stadium (aka What It Feels Like on the Surface of the Sun) and Roger’s trip to the Shake Shack (aka How the Record for Most Beef Consumed Per Second (BC/S) Was Set)
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I hear everybody had a great time. Can't wait for the pictures.
He he. I too had to break my blog into parts because I was talking too much about the food!
We had such a good time! What's next? Disney? Hawaii? We've never done Maui so that sounds good.
Disney first...then hawaii!
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