Trip to NYC, part two
So we went to New York City, which is still an agoraphobe's worst nightmare. Fortunately driving in the city doesn't faze Bob, not even in Times Square where, I swear, every third pedestrian is actively suicidal.
We spent a couple of hours before the show walking around doing sightseeing. It was about seventeen degrees! I tried to warn the kids that it would be cold. Don't think they really believed me until they experienced it for themselves.
Somehow Rockefeller Center, though beautiful, didn't seem quite as impressive to me as it should have. Then I realized I was basing my opinion on a picture book I'd had as a child--the illustration made the tree seem half a mile high! Bob said, "Well, it would look massive to a four-year-old."
When we got there, the ice-skating rink was vacant except for this one couple and some photographers. Apparently a marriage proposal had just taken place. I dunno, maybe I'm just perverse, but if someone proposed marriage to me in a public place in front of hundreds of people, I'd refuse. (From the sounds of it, this particular proposal was accepted.)
Spamalot was hilarious, the perfect musical for a family of geeks. The original movie script was followed so faithfully in many scenes that I'm surprised people in the audience were (mostly) able to refrain from quoting along. The scenery was impressive, the costumes were great, and the music was fabulously overdone. We all loved the Lady of the Lake, a real diva who belted out "Find Your Grail", which is just about the best high school graduation theme song ever. Seriously. I'm going to start petitioning all my kid's school band/chorus directors right after the holidays.