Spamalot...or how the Norris' took on the Big Apple
A week ago I was recovering from a very late return flight from NYC. I knew it wasn't good when the seats at the gate were full of people. I hadn't even uttered the dreaded words, "how pretty, you can't see the top of the buildings.", this time. We were supposed to be home by 10:30pm but our flight didn't board until almost 11:00pm.
It started off well. Friday was sunny and warm. My purse broke before we left Rochester and that can't be good. I couldn't buy the first black backpack purse I saw on the street. No, I had to investigate Saks and other 5th Avenure stores. I sought guidance at St. Thomas Episcopal Church. I returned to the street vendor and purchased the purse. I had wasted the only sunny afternoon of the trip.
"Spamalot" was GREAT. I am glad that we were able to find tickets. They were so worth it. Jack, my little Monty Python fan, would have LOVED it. Alas this was a grown up trip. We had a wonderful dinner after the show at Trattoria d'opo Teatro. The tiramisu was yummy good.
Saturday started with a greek omelet and coffee. Sustinance! We went to the Frick Collection. It was not the MOMA but it was so much less busy and there were some very interesting pieces of art work. I can't believe we had never been there before. Then we decided to go on an adventure. We rode the subway out to Coney Island. It involved some thought and train changing (both necessary and unnecessary). It was cool to see Nathan's and the Cyclone, but by the time we got out there it was raining so hard we didn't dare take our wind whipped umbrellas off the train. We waved goodbye and headed back to Manhattan. We then stood in the driving rain at the Half Price ticket line to get tickets for "Fiddler on the Roof". Another great show. I love Harvey Firestein and Andrea Martin. We returned to a restaurant we enjoyed last year, Molyvo's on 7th Avenue. Fabulous greek food and baklava to die for.
Sunday we awoke to one less hour of sleep and more rain. Another restaurant, another greek omelet and on we go. I insisted upon a trip to Ellis Island. I have always wanted to go and now that the Statue of Liberty is open again.....me and all the other crazy tourists! All I can say is it was worth the aggravation of a near strip search and a trip in the rain. I nearly cried when I entered Ellis Island and saw all those suitcases. I had relatives that came through there. wow.
That was all we had time for. That and a parting dinner at Houlihans. As John put it, "That was stupid. We could have eaten here at home." On to the airport and the L O N G wait to go home. It's funny how you really don't want to leave but once you start the process you want to be home. I missed my boys.
It started off well. Friday was sunny and warm. My purse broke before we left Rochester and that can't be good. I couldn't buy the first black backpack purse I saw on the street. No, I had to investigate Saks and other 5th Avenure stores. I sought guidance at St. Thomas Episcopal Church. I returned to the street vendor and purchased the purse. I had wasted the only sunny afternoon of the trip.
"Spamalot" was GREAT. I am glad that we were able to find tickets. They were so worth it. Jack, my little Monty Python fan, would have LOVED it. Alas this was a grown up trip. We had a wonderful dinner after the show at Trattoria d'opo Teatro. The tiramisu was yummy good.
Saturday started with a greek omelet and coffee. Sustinance! We went to the Frick Collection. It was not the MOMA but it was so much less busy and there were some very interesting pieces of art work. I can't believe we had never been there before. Then we decided to go on an adventure. We rode the subway out to Coney Island. It involved some thought and train changing (both necessary and unnecessary). It was cool to see Nathan's and the Cyclone, but by the time we got out there it was raining so hard we didn't dare take our wind whipped umbrellas off the train. We waved goodbye and headed back to Manhattan. We then stood in the driving rain at the Half Price ticket line to get tickets for "Fiddler on the Roof". Another great show. I love Harvey Firestein and Andrea Martin. We returned to a restaurant we enjoyed last year, Molyvo's on 7th Avenue. Fabulous greek food and baklava to die for.
Sunday we awoke to one less hour of sleep and more rain. Another restaurant, another greek omelet and on we go. I insisted upon a trip to Ellis Island. I have always wanted to go and now that the Statue of Liberty is open again.....me and all the other crazy tourists! All I can say is it was worth the aggravation of a near strip search and a trip in the rain. I nearly cried when I entered Ellis Island and saw all those suitcases. I had relatives that came through there. wow.
That was all we had time for. That and a parting dinner at Houlihans. As John put it, "That was stupid. We could have eaten here at home." On to the airport and the L O N G wait to go home. It's funny how you really don't want to leave but once you start the process you want to be home. I missed my boys.
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