Over the weekend, the Husband and I took a trip down to the big city, where we manage to haul ourselves at least once a year, if not more. Given that we live pretty far away from it all, we tend to go to it all when we have a chance. Plus, we also had a reason to go to NYC -- one of Scott's former students had a play accepted in the Fringe Fest and we figured we'd go see it.*
Her show, Princess Cut, is about child sex rings, which is exactly about as uplifting as you'd think. It's an important topic and one they explored well -- but, yeah.
Next morning, refreshed, we hit the High Line. Neither one of us had managed to visit it before now.
Requisite goofy selfie:
The High Line is where all the runners are, btw. And it looks like it would be a lovely place to get a few miles in, provided you were there at the crack of dawn like we were and the place was relatively empty. I can't even imagine trying to run it when there are more people milling around.
In the afternoon, we hit a matinee of Avenue Q, because who doesn't love hot puppet sex?** And then went out for a very nice dinner in a belated celebration of our 21st wedding anniversary (yes, we were infants when we married (thanks for noticing.))
We hit the Metropolitan Museum on Sunday morning, because there is always something wonderful to see there. Like this guy:
I'd heard great things about the China: Through the Looking Glass exhibit. My socks stayed on -- but it is thought-provoking and worth seeing.
After 48+ hours of walking through the city, eating large quantities, then walking some more, we were wiped out by the time we made it back home. Which is how it should be, so that we can appreciate being away all that much more.
* Another one of his former students is in Hamilton, which is one of the hottest tickets in town. We wanted to catch it, too, but tickets currently require an arm, leg, and a kidney, if you can get a ticket at all. I like my kidneys.
** (and because SUNY Oneonta is doing it in the Spring and Scott wanted to know what he'd gotten himself into. At intermission, he was looking a little pale. Could be an interesting semester.)