A Brief New York City Jam
Posted by Ray @ 12:09 amWhile everyone’s waiting for Uma Thurman to strut her stuff on the Silver Screen adaptation of The Producers, I had the wonderful opportunity to see the actual musical on Broadway in New York.
Waiting in line for tickets
We were fantastically lucky; we managed to nab the last 3 student crush tickets (only US$23!) to that night’s show. The seats were designated “Limited Visibility”, but we only really missed a part of one scene on the right corner.
The musical was most excellent. I don’t know how the movie will turn out, but if the musical is any indication, it’s going to be good (accounting, of course, for the usual reduction in quality associated with broadway-to-hollywood conversions).
Unfortunately, The Producers was the only musical budget and time allowed me to watch. I had to pass up on The Lion King and The Phantom of the Opera. Not much of a loss, as the latter two were standing-room only for twice the price (about US$50), but a sore spot nonetheless.
Also, a friend tells me Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is well worth the entry price, so if you’re ever in the area, go take a gander.
New Years’ Eve party in Times Square, New York!
…was honestly kind of disappointing. We stood there in the cold for 8 straight hours in a large, crowded, multifarious and rather accurate impression of the insides of a sardine-can, eyes stuck on a 2-meter diameter ball (which I was told is a geodesic dome - like, wow!) that was so high up on a building that it looked like a ping-pong ball with glitter on it, listening alternately to a bad DJ and to bands who were not invited to the cooler New Year parties, all just so we could count backwards from ten.
And the worst crime? No alcohol.
Afterwards, we couldn’t even go clubbing because a friend we’d lost at about 2.30pm on New Years Eve failed to show up, and we spent hours ringing police departments and hospitals and searching subway stations. The aforementioned friend finally turned up at 7am the next day, and when questioned as to why she’d chosen that particular time to come back home:
“I thought it was reasonable to presume that you’d all go clubbing and wouldn’t be back until the next morning.”
She’d then spent all that time in the McDonalds at Times Square (the one with the model of Times Square on the second floor).
Sigh.
But all in all… a belated Happy New Year to everyone. And grats to Cowboy Caleb for getting his girl.