This week is Spring Break so Theresa & I had a little mother daughter day. We went into the city to see West Side Story and then out to dinner. (Sorry, Anonymous Art Lover – no time for the Frick today.)
I like going into the city. There is always something that has me cracking up. It’s an adventure.
Theresa and I were walking along Broadway where we saw at least 3 different guys handing out Obama condoms. One guy was yelling out, “Hard times are coming!”
Then there was the guy who calls out to me, “Excuse me Ma’am, you dropped something.” As I turn to look where he’s pointing, he continues, “my heart.” I’m not quite sure what it was he was trying to sell but couldn’t he tell a) I am not a tourist and b) I’m way too old to be falling for a handsome guy with a line.
And then there are the tourists. Okay, I get it. It’s Broadway but for pete’s sake, you don’t stop in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.
We didn’t see the Naked Cowboy this time although apparently someone did. I know this because I heard her excitedly telling her friend on the phone, “I got a picture of the Naked Cowboy!”
The show was good even though they did 2 of the songs in Spanish. That was okay because we were singing along with the English words in my head. I asked Theresa if I could sing out loud but she wouldn’t let me.
To top the day off, when we arrived home, the dog did not leave any unpleasant surprises. (Now that he’s getting older, that’s not always a given anymore.)