I wrote this yesterday (Saturday), but fell asleep before posting.
Last night, I made sure to Facetime with Hubs and The Girl Before she went to bed. He asked me, â€œAre you just hanging out in your room for the rest of the night?â€ Um, yea-ah! Iâ€™m hanging out in a hotel room, alone, with no laundry hanging over my head, no kitchen to clean up, no one to put to bed or debate TV options with me. THIS is what a solo vacay is about!
This morning, I slept until my body said it was time to wake up. What a lovely feeling! I pre-ordered breakfast room service (â€˜cause thatâ€™s how I roll), and it showed up right on time. I went for the vacay standardâ€¦ over easy eggs, toast, seasoned potatoes, and of course, bacon. For the first time in my life I took a bite of bacon that did not taste good. I ate most of the eggs and potatoes, but skipped the toast. Yeah, it was wasteful. Tomorrow, Iâ€™ll go out for breakfast.
I farted around a bit at the hotel, then showered and headed to the Meat Packing District to meet my friend Jodi and her daughter for lunch. I do so love taking the subway. I had used the Transit app to map my route, which included a transfer. But, way below ground, I accidentally reset the app and couldnâ€™t get a signal without going back up to the top. Luckily, I vaguely recalled what was on the screen, and I made the right choice for my next train.
I ended up getting there a little early, and Jodi was running a bit late due to her train being rerouted. So, I wandered into Warby Parker (just around the corner) and tried on some shades that I may purchase with my prescription at a later date.
It just so happened that the restaurant where we were going to eat, Bubbyâ€™s, is right at the start of the High Line.
After lunch (BTW, I had a chicken burger – it was delish! Jodi had a burger and Olivia had pancakes – because brunch is a thing), we went up and started walking the High Line.
About â…” of the way through, shortly after playing a bongo and getting a balloon, Olivia was done (after all, sheâ€™s not yet quite 5). I bid her and Jodi adieu and continued walking. All the way to the end.
As it turns out, the High Line ends at the Javits Convention Center, and people, itâ€™s Comic Con. I saw a few different Doctors, Harley Quinns, Jokers, PokÃ©mon(s?), and Harry Potters. Not to mention all the characters I couldnâ€™t identify. My original plan was to take the subway back, but somehow, I ended up walking almost all the way back. I did take the subway for the last two stops of my trek. I think I ended up walking for at least 4 hours. In a constant drizzle of rain.
With a ticket to Kinky Boots at 8 tonight, I knew I needed fortification. I was a bit discouraged when the first Starbucks closest to my hotel was closed already. But, have no fear. This is Manhattan, where thereâ€™s a Starbucks every couple of blocks. I loaded up with caffeine, chilled out in the hotel room for a bit, then walked a block to grab a smoked turkey and cheddar panini from Fresh & Co for dinner. Then, I got ready to head out for my first Broadway show. I canâ€™t believe I hadnâ€™t done this on previous trips, but there you go.
It was still raining, and I didnâ€™t know if I had the foot power left to walk 20 minutes to the theater, so I decided to grab a cab. I found my new superpower – getting a cab on a rainy Saturday night in Manhattan. The only problem was that traffic was so bad, I actually could have walked faster. Once we were about halfway there, I gave up on the wheels, and set out on foot. I walked through Times Square and to the theater district, turned a corner, and finally, the Al Hirschfeld Theater was in sight. But, like in a horrible dream, I swear it kept getting farther away. I had barely a minute to spare, and thankfully, they were holding for the house, so I didnâ€™t miss anything. Except my wallet. Bless whomever picked it up (I think I left it at the box office counter), found me, and got it back to me before I even knew it was gone. And, everything was in it, including the cash.
Once I got over the sick feeling of what could have been, the show started. The beginning was a little slow and a bit boring, frankly. And then, Lola came on stage. I couldnâ€™t stop smiling. Alan Mingo Jr. was amazeballs! I could have done without the Texan Trump supporters next to me, narrating for each other, but all in all, I had a great time. It was a fabulous show with a wonderful message of love and acceptance.
On my way back to the hotel, I passed The Rock and thought – just for a moment – that I was missing Lin-Manuel Miranda in there. But, I got over it, made it back to the hotel, and to my room with time to spare to take off my makeup before the BEST opening â€œmonologueâ€ in the history of SNL. Linâ€™s revision of â€œMy Shotâ€ was perfect. Though, I suppose if you donâ€™t know Hamilton, it wouldnâ€™t have made the same impression.
So, Weekend Update is about to start, so Iâ€™m going to go watch and massage my feet with my Foot Rubz ball, which is much needed after walking a total of about 5 miles today. Oy!