Last night, I saw a nice piece of fluff on the big screen. "Marry Me" is a typical Rom-Com with an interesting twist on the Cinderella story - the woman is already a princess, and the man is reluctantly dragged into being a prince. If you watch it for the story, you'll enjoy the movie. But, if you watch it for the music, you'll be sorely disappointed. For me, going into Manhattan to see this film was an exercise in sticker shock - 2 senior tickets cost us a little more than $40.00! I've gotten spoiled by suburban prices, and I would look to see movies in suburbia the next time I'm out to see a new flick.
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RQS and I have discussed the "elephant in the room" several times: How she will reacct when she sees me as Marian for the first time? And I think that she's getting a little more comfortable with the idea. But I'm not going to rush her into this.
Getting to RQS's place is not the easiest thing to do. Often there is a traffic jam on the Jackie Robinson (formerly: Interboro) Parkway. So I have to bail out and travel on local streets. Yesterday, there was a snow squall that threatened to reduce visibility to zero on the most troublesome part of my trip - getting into her neighborhood and finding a parking spot. Luckily, after 1 trip around the block, I found a spot in front of her front door.
Shortly after I arrived, we went into the city to watch the aforementioned movie. Afterwards, we went to several stores looking for the MTA's new OMNY card - without success. Neither of us are happy with the MTA's old Metrocard payment system, and we would have bought the cards if they were available at the stores indicated by the MTA website.
When I eventually left RQS's place, I found that I needed to fill my tire with air again. (I can't wait until I can get the car to Mavis and get a resolution to my issue.) Although I drove 20 miles or so on an underinflated tire, I felt more comfortable looking for an air pump in suburbia than inside NYC limits. In Westchester, it's hard to find an area without several competing gas stations within a 5 minute drive. In Central Queens, it can take longer, depending on the route one takes. And I didn't want to risk time hunting for a station in an area I don't know that well anymore.
It's too bad that when I was on Long Island proper, that I wasn't able to take time to say hello to my brother. Hopefully, I'll be able to do so the next time I'm out there....
