I never did write much about our trip to NY besides the photo essay. (Which reminds me that I should post the sillier part two of that.) It was pretty low-key overall. We arrived very late Saturday night, having left Boston after sufficiently filling ourselves following end of Yom Kippur, stopping only to pick up bagels.
( A few mellow days in NY )We headed to Broadway with just a vague idea of which shows we were interested in seeing, planning to get in on rush ticketing and just see where it went. (We could have gotten going much earlier for TKTS, but sleep and snuggles were important, too.) We were also going on the assumption that most shows started at 3pm, but at the Fela box office (our first choice), found out some started at 2, so we missed that one, alack. So we wandered a bit, figuring we'd see what struck our fancy and lo, there was
A Little Night Music, which neither of us had seen before.
They still had tickets, but we were told their rush prices were only for students. We sighed unhappily but decided to go ahead and get them, anyway. But DD signed the credit card slip absent-mindedly and as we were being seated, I noticed the number printed on the ticket and had him double-check the receipt. Yep, $27 each. Score! And just as well, since we were so high, it was a bit vertigo-inducing.
But the show was a lot of fun, and oh, did I mention the cast?
Bernadette Peters portrayed
desireearmfeldt with
Elaine f'in
Stritch* as her mother! That alone was quite a thrill for a musical theater dork such as myself, and though I'd never seen the show before, I was familiar with a good bit of the music thanks to Standing Room Only. Even if I do often forget which song is from which show, which caused me to squee gleefully (is there any other way?) when I realized *this* was the show with
A Weekend in the Country, which, even out of context, I've always considered to be a near-perfect example of what a musical theater song should be. Yay!
[* This also gave me the opportunity, while on the long line during intermission to use the Ladies Lounge (that's what the sign said), to sing "Here's to the ladies who lounge..." to the amusement of my fellow queuers. Around here in my usual theater group, it's rare for anyone to get my silly musical theater jokes. Score another one for New York. ;]