Yesterday, (instead of going to Philadelphia or Rochester, as I had planned) I fulfilled a youngling New York City experience: wait in line for tickets to Shakespeare in the Park on a hot summer day, hang out, and then go to the play later that evening.
I already wrote a hasty post on the other Shakespeare in the Park play, "All's Well that Ends Well," but in that scenario, two wonderful friends of mine waited in line and got me a ticket. This time, however, I joined them at 10 am, waiting in the line that already curved through Central Park.
And let me tell you, at a blistering 95 degrees Fahrenheit, it made the three-hour wait until tickets were given out arduous. The shade didn't do much in the 60% humidity, but I'd certainly and gladly take it over being in the sun. We talked, and secretly I would have liked to talk more - or shut off completely and read my book - but my friends used the three hours in part to catch up with their family members (which is important), and I kept getting distracted by sounds and conversations around me. I would have liked to enter into the discussion with the group of intellectuals behind us in line or the couple who was playing Scattergories in front of us, but I didn't.
Lessons for next time.
After getting our tickets, we headed to the American Museum of Natural History, saw the brain exhibit (super neat, possibly pictures to come), and then ate at Spice, a Korean fusion restaurant, and then headed over to the theater. I saw the play in its entirety, spending a grand total of 16 consecutive hours away from the apartment in the day, and arrived home absolutely beat and sweaty, because the heat did not let up for a moment once the sun had gone down.
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