‘Sup, I’m back for round two!
Dear New Yorkers, so, first, you all need to fix your transportation system (after acknowledging that Boston is superior in every way), because it is an atrocity and I hate New York for it. It was very hard not to swear in that sentence, but the point is, your subway system is terrible and confusing and nearly as frustrating as your traffic (possibly more). It took two hours to get from Fordham to Rockerfeller Center because we took the wrong train because apparently weekend trains are different from weekday trains, also there were no subway maps on the train and we couldn’t understand the conductor. And then we were on the wrong platform etc.
But, back to the beginning. The water pressure in the hotel was great so I was actually able to get my hair clean, which was great (yes, that was random). Then, we took a shuttle to the train (of course we were Running Too Late To Eat: the story of all of my family’s vacations.) The train into Penn Station wasn’t bad, actually. The problem came when we needed to be at Fordham by 10am. Leaving at 8, we should have been fine, but no. No one could give us good directions to the train. We kept ending up on the wrong platform… (Quick side note, Metrocards are insanely flimsy.)
Also, trains are weird and fascinating places. I saw a sign prohibiting dancing on the poles in the aisle, and thought, that’s weird, why is that necessary. Then, maybe ten minutes later, a kid demonstrated his surprisingly talented breakdancing routine using the poles. It was an interesting experience.
And then we (eventually) ended up at Fordham, which looks awesome!
Next, we had to get from Fordham to the Imperial Theatre, but we had two hours. Should have been fine. Also, we needed to pick up some food, given that it was noon and we still hadn’t eaten anything but some trail mix (guess wether or not we got around to food.) WHY DO YOU HIDE YOUR SUBWAY STATION ENTRANCES BEHIND RACKS OF CLOTHING AND M-RATED GAME ADVERTISEMENTS?!?!?!?!?!?
Do you want to hear me rant more? No. Did I want to spend two hours on a train? No.
Ok, I’m done now. Just walk wherever you can.
Now, to the point of this whole trip. I GOT TO SEE NATASHA, PIERRE, AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was AMAZING. It was everything I’d imagined (in that cliched sort of way that means that it was as enjoyable as I had been expecting, but I didn’t actually know everything.) I already knew the soundtrack, but actually getting to see it in the theatre was spectacular. Even my dad liked it and he was convinced he was going to hate it. (His favorite song was Sonya Alone, if anyone’s curious.) I loved all the insanely loud, upbeat, yelly songs like The Duel and Preparations. Also, I feel like the Anatole casting can actually have a big effect on how this segment of the War and Peace plot seems. Sometimes, like in the Lifetime mini series you spend the whole elopement plot line screaming at the Natasha on the screen not to make such a stupid decision because the Anatole acts so clearly creepy, but other times, like in this musical, there’s something ridiculously charismatic about Anatole that makes Natasha losing her head about him make more sense. The (sometimes in weird, random ways) interspersing of Russian language and culture was interesting. The other really notable attribute of the musical was how much the audience was involved in the show itself. Something else I liked was how integral and dynamic the lights were. They were continually lowering and dimming and brightening and focusing in different directions. And not just obvious stage lights either, there were single light bulbs and chandeliers all over the audience and stage. Overall, I would totally recommend the musical! That play made up some of the best 3 hours of my life.
(These were taken before the show)
Then, considering that we hadn’t eaten all day, we went to the Shake Shack, because I am a burger connoisseur (if you can consider someone whose favorite restaurant is Five Guys a “connoisseur”). The burgers were really good. Very thin and crispy, which is not a taste I was used the, but the buns were delicious.
Then, Times Square. Ugh, I hate crowds and large groups of people and flashing light and loud noises, so yeah, not very fun. People can be really aggressive there, it’s kind of nerve racking. However, we did manage to go to Midtown Comics, which was awesome! I spent like $25 dollars. As I mentioned yesterday, I may have a problematic addiction to D.C. Comics.
We also checked out St. Patrick’s Cathedral. It was pretty, but felt less like a place of worship and more like an oversized, slightly garish, extremely expensive tourist attraction.
And now, I’m going to go to sleep.
See you tomorrow!