My time in DC ended with several hectic days of packing and tending to details that ran right up to the last minute I was in town. Things had been too crazy towards the end to do some last minute social connections, but a nice treat was Kathy joining me in the cab out to Dulles and sharing dinner with me before I left. I had some thoughts of staying back east for the weekend of the 4th, but now I’m glad I didn’t because I was so exhausted after the lack of sleep and all the packing at the end, I needed the weekend back at home just to recoup a bit.
I had thought that one benefit of coming back would be escaping the east coast heat to what I had been hearing was a more mild California. Unfortunately, when I got back, it was over 100° just about every day over the 4th of July weekend, and the air conditioning in my house wasn’t working. After suffering through the sweltering weekend I managed to get it fixed. I then discovered my refrigerator was on the verge of dying. I guess after being away for two years, some of the 20 year old stuff should be expected to wear out. Just a lot to take care of right off the bat, while trying to get resettled into my new/old life.
I’ll try and resist the urge to do more whining. I do miss DC, but it’s time to get revved up back in my old digs. I hope I will take some of the life lessons I picked up back there to continue moving forward, and not taking a step back.
Tonight I saw the final play of my DC adventure, and my final play in this year’s
Tonight I saw my last play in the
Tonight I got another example of the spontaneous fun activities that seem to come up for me in DC. My friend Kathy and her daughter Megan were planning on going to a Washington National’s baseball game, and she invited me along. We snagged some tickets from an apparent season ticket holder on the street, and got some discounted tickets for seats down the third base line. This had been something that had been on my DC list of things to do, but as time is running short, I hadn’t really expected to accomplish it. I was a humid warm evening, and the Nats didn’t do too good against the Seattle Mariners, but it was a fun evening with good friends, and it gave me a chance to check one more thing off my list.
During a quick trip back to CA to interview for my new job, I rescheduled the first play of the
Tonight I saw my last play in the Lansburgh Theatre, Harold Pinter’s Old Times. The director’s notes referred to this a a modern classic. It was written in 1970. I was definitely different from most of the plays I’ve seen recently. A very minimalist set, all in white with a few pieces of white furniture, and only three actors (all of whom were on stage most of the time). The play was fairly short, just over an hour and a half including a 15 minute intermission.
My last day in New York City, I followed some of Dan Jobe’s suggestions and took the double decker red 
After returning to Manhattan, I hopped back on the bus, which looped back up along the east side. I again hopped off by the South Street Seaport and walked up towards the Brooklyn Bridge. It took a little doing, but I managed to find the pedestrian path and walked out to the first tower on the bridge. Amazing old stone construction of the towers, and beautiful patterns made by the supporting cables. It’s a little weird that the pedestrians (which were thick) are on a level over the traffic; the trash barrels were filled to overflowing with plastic bottles, and I could just imagine stuff dropping down on the traffic below.
This walk provided some great views and I took lots of pictures. I made my way back to the bus line and completed the downtown tour, through the East Village, and past the UN again. Although that tour should only take about 2 1/2 hours, with all my side trips, it was late afternoon by the time we got back to Times Square.
It went around Central Park, through the West Side, past Lincoln Center, through Central Park West (where we caught a glimpse of Yoko Ohno), up by Riverside Drive, across through Harlem, and back down the East Side of Central Park. By the time I got back it was around 7 pm, so I’m glad I didn’t try and squeeze in another play. The bus tour was a great way to get a good broad sense of the various neighborhoods and sites of the city.
At the end of my second day in New York City, I attended the play Jerusalem at the Music Box Theatre, starring Mark Rylance. This was my third play in three days, and it was great.
The play then gets going with the main character coming out, and doing a head stand over a water bucket (right in front of me), dunking his head in and shaking it off, soaking all of us in the front row. It was a good vantage point for all the subsequent acting (if a bit low). It was an interesting story of an iconoclastic rebel, with later undertones of ancient English mysticism. The play lasted a little over three hours, with two brief intermissions, and all took place in one scene, but it moved along very quickly. It had great acting and I’m so glad I saw it.
After a great start to my trip to NYC, my second day was composed of a random walking exploration of midtown Manhattan. I began by walking up 5th Ave to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Then I went over to Rockefeller Center. I decided to go up to The Top of the Rock where I got a great panoramic view of Manhattan: Central Park to the north, and the Empire State Building to the south. It took a while to get used to the height (~66-68 floors up), but it was a great view. Being way up there on that tall building I got a new perspective on the destruction of the twin towers on 9/11. They were probably 50% taller than that building, which seemed extremely tall, and it made me have a more realistic sense of what it meant to have them collapse. I spent quite a bit of time up there, and took a lot of pictures.
As I made my way back towards the hotel, I crossed a section of 3rd Ave that was closed for a street fair (or just a street market) that was kind of interesting. I bought myself a cheap NYC souvenir T-shirt.
I decided to grab some pizza for dinner at a place across from my hotel. I was hoping to experience a true NY pizza by having a slice. Maybe I did. It was good, but I still like by California style pizzas better than anything I’ve had out east. After dinner, I headed to the Music Box Theatre for another Broadway play that I’d gotten a ticket for at the last minute,