Today was our last full day in NYC. Will chose to spend it (for the bazillionth time) at the Natural History Museum (Jim was secretly hoping he'd choose that, I think) and the two of them went off to explore. We met up in the afternoon and they had tales of super double-secret employees-only back rooms and a helpful docent who let Will hold an enormous king snake and showed them gigantic tortoises. That could have solidified the Natural History Museum as Will's favorite place in the whole world.
The rest of us took one last turn around the city. We started off visiting Rockerfeller Center (and if you know me, you know I could spend the entire week at the NBC studios...Chuck? The Office? SNL? Yeah, I'm good) and headed up to Central Park to find the last hidden character (thanks, Laurie & Adam). Then we played in the park (translation: I watched the nannies with their uber-rich charges run around the park where Matt played).
We all met together at the Gershwin for one last try at the Wicked lottery. It's front row seats, for heavens' sake. And sheesh--they're $27. How could we NOT?
Once again we did not get chosen. So Jim escorted the kids home on the subway while I stayed in Times Square. I found a South Harlem pizza place that delivers, and had pizza ready and delivered by the time they got home. Jim paid the pizza guy, got everyone settled, and met me back at the red bleachers. I had gotten us tickets by then for a show so we dawdled in Times Square for a bit and then went and saw "
Exit the King."
I chose it because
a) it was recommended to me by a guy in line
b) the musical I originally chose had 2 seats...but not together
c) it was a limited engagement starring Susan Sarandon and Geoffrey Rush. Yep, THAT Susan. And THAT Geoffrey.
d) I felt a bit daring and knew NOTHING about the play.
We LOVED it. We sat down and started checking out the playbill. At which point we realized it was Theater of the Absurd. Jim compared it to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy where it appears to be silly on the surface, but has a deeper commentary on society underlying it. Plus the set was crazy simple and there were only 6 actors and one musician in the entire play. A few of the characters did swear a bit at the start--it was jolting--but they (and I) seemed to get over it pretty quickly.
But even better than the play was the scene outside when we went to wait for the cast to come out.
The security guy set up a celebrity cattle guard (you know what I'm talking about, right?) outside the doorway so fans could stand on both sides. Jim and I backed up and 2 women stood sort of in front of me talking to an EXTREMELY tall young guy holding an umbrella (it had been misting the entire day--but nothing I'd really call rain so the umbrella looked out of place...especially because it was being held by a guy who is about 7 feet tall). They had spaced themselves awkwardly, spread way out and taking up more room than they needed. If they moved over one way or the other, there would be room for at least one more person. I waited until a lull in the conversation and then I gently tapped the woman closest to me on the arm.
me: (pointing to a space not quite wide enough for me) Excuse me, would you mind if I stood right over there?
Indignant Woman: I certainly do! (spreads out so there is no room for anyone else and moves way up to the cattle guard and puts her hands far apart on either side) We have been waiting here and there is NOTHING I hate more than someone asking to stand in front of me when I've been waiting.
me: Oh, I wasn't asking to stand in front of you. I just wanted to stand to the side, I think there's room for more people up there.
At this point, Jim is behind me and can't really hear the words, just the tone of our conversation (snarky from her and WAY overly-sugar sweet from me...a sure sign that I'm about to lose control--ask me about the Disneyland Tram story one day). He grabs my arm and whispers "Hey, are you ok? Is she picking a fight?" I assure him that everything is fine and that neither of us women has said anything overtly rude (yet).
After a few minutes, the stars start coming out of the stage door. There's only six of them for crying out loud--so it doesn't take long. They stagger their arrival so they can sign autographs and talk to fans. They were all gracious and stayed outside for a while. Susan Sarandon was first--and the girls in front of me asked her to pose for a picture. Girl #1 (the indignant-that-I-asked-for-a-closer-spot-to-stand one) took the photo of Susan with Girl #2. After Susan had moved on to the next group, they checked the picture and Girl #2 was dissatisfied--she said Girl #1 had stood too close.
It's true. I could see the photo on the back of the camera. It was like a peephole in a door--that way-enlarged nose like through a fisheye effect. Not a flattering photo. And I realized a split second before Girls 1&2 that they were in a dilemma. They had just insulted me (how DARE I want to stand closer) and they had moved to position themselves in such a way that they wouldn't lose their prime NYC real estate. And now they needed to move back.
I am slightly ashamed to admit that I took vicious glee in not saying a word (my dad taught me that He Who Speaks First Loses) and watching them squirm. They never did ask me to swap places or step back (which I couldn't have done anyway with the people behind me) and they surely didn't have the nerve to ask ME to snap the photos. So instead they ended up with a set of 6 matching photos of celebrities from the play...way too close up.
The real punchline of the story is that when it was all over, the girls turned around and asked if we liked the play. We were enthusiastic in our response and they announced that they HATED it. How could anyone understand it? Who could have thought that was funny? And they were appalled that it had an intermission...there couldn't POSSIBLY be enough of that drivel to drag it out over 2 acts. And on and on they complained.
Jim and I gave a way-more-enthusiastic rating of the play than we might have otherwise and left giggling at the irony of it all.
We sat in a misty Times Square on a former driving road (now a pedestrian sitway--it's not a walkway if there's no one walking, right?) on stripey lawn chairs enjoying the crowd at 11pm. Then we took a bus home (for the last time--we leave here tomorrow morning) and Jim made friends with a couple old local guys on the bus and gave them our Metro passes that don't expire until midnight tomorrow night.
And tomorrow the packing, cleaning, moving frenzy begins all over again...
Just so he doesn't feel forgotten, here's Dwight on our balcony. He'll be back on center stage once this segment of our trip is over. I think he looks excited about that...

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The begining of our misty day. Can you tell why we never made it to the top of the Empire State Building? We planned to do it today but the top third of the building was covered in clouds. No sense in riding up to look at more clouds, right? That will be on the list for next time.

We briefly considered re-making the opening credits of 30 Rock. But ultimately just enjoyed the plaza for a little while instead. Even still, I can totally hear the theme song just looking at this photo.

Our last character clue from Laurie & Adam said we were looking for a "giant birdhouse" near Central Park. Does this qualify?

Matt found Klaus!

Matt has Klaus on his shoulder.

The trees lining 5th Avenue near Central Park.

As usual, New York has treated us very well. We can't wait to come back.
Tomorrow, it's on to all new adventures!