because we didn't have anything to do on a sunday and because we got tired of talking till the wee hours of the morning (saturday night into dawn of sunday) over red horse beer and pizza we dragged our sleepy butts into the city that never sleeps. once again our navigation skills and subway knowledge was put into a test. the six of us hopped on a 10 o'clock train to penn station unmindful of the little sleep we had last night and the threat of a rain shower.
Rent at the nederlander theater which is on the 41st street, a few calories worth of walking distance from the heart of times square. because we have enough patience to fall in line on the tkts booths, we got ourselves 50% off the ticket price. the catch: we had to divide into two groups. two were going to stay on the left side of the theater while the other four had to see the show on the right side. but you know what? we didn't give a damn because it's still is the same show you're seeing no matter where you're seated and it's 50% less the normal ticket price so who are we to complain? we had a very quick lunch and immediately headed off to nederlander theater.
the show was great. it was fun and sad at the same time. i got to hear my favorite song from the play (seasons of love) live, in which frenchie davis of american idol infamy had a solo part. the only crappy thing was the fact that the nederlander theater was small and cramped. the seats were too small that i couldn't imagine how a really healthy american could fit into it. another thing that was worth mentioning was my great desire to swat the heads of the couple that was sitting in front of me. it was bad enough that i almost got a stiff neck because both of them were tall, but they were all over each other kissing and necking at 2:30 in the afternoon, in the middle of a fully packed theater, in front of a vertically challenged pinay who couldn't concentrate on what was happening on the stage. i mean can't you guys get a room?
anyways, we still had a lot of time in our hands after the show. so what else would six girls on a no work day, amidst a sea of commercial shops do but give their credit cards some work out. i was good though, because i only got a blouse from gap. i was thinking of maybe slipping inside loews or amc cinema to check out the revenge of the siths and see for myself what's with all the brouhaha on this george lucas film but the girls have other things in mind. and so i just contented myself with taking a picture of the famous naked cowboy on times square as he was being filmed by two young filmmakers. he graciously played one of his original songs as people watch and wonder how crazy can one be to wear nothing but his whitie tities on fifty degrees of weather.
before going home, we had dinner complete with a bottle of merlot because we figured we need to celebrate a lot of things. like desiree's freedom from what we deem as a really scary relationship, the arrival of again another "sweldo week", knowing that we have friends even if we seldom see each other, our family that supports us however which way they can and for days off that are always too short and too few but we're still thankful for because in our very busy lives seasons come and go and it's difficult not to notice. one minute its winter, then it's spring, then summer comes along, autumn follows and before we know it, winter is back. indeed as the song goes:
how do you measure a year?
in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
in 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
in truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
in bridges he burned, or the way that she died.