The important thing on the docket was a trip to NYC to see Operation Mincemeat on Broadway. The weather was so cold, that I wished we didn't have tickets. But we did, so I made myself get out of bed, get showered, shaved, made up, and out the door by 2 pm for dinner and a play.
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Today was the beginning of a cold spell in the NYC region, and I couldn't justify wearing a dress with tights as I would have liked. Instead, it was a dress over leggings, and a heavy coat on top of that - with both ear muffs and gloves covering areas most sensitive to cold.
When I got on the train to Grand Central, I knew I'd have time to kill because I'd arrive at 3:45 with dinner in Greenwich Village at 4:30. So, I figured that I'd have time to rest at Grand Central before getting on the subway to head for dinner. Once I was done killing time, I got on the subway and was in "the village" 15 minutes later. And then I experienced the bitter cold again, as I got out of the subway and headed a couple of blocks away in bitter cold winds.I arrived at the restaurant with time to spare, so I grabbed a seat and waited for RQS. We slowly ate our meal, savoring every bite, killing time until we had to leave for the theater.
Once done with dinner, we emerged into the bitter cold and made it to the subway. We should have taken the 8th avenue line uptown. Instead, we took the 7th avenue line, and that made us walk much more in passageways not designed for a person with arthritic legs to walk through - RQS was hurting by the time we reached 42nd Street and 8th avenue. But we made it to the theater in time. And yet, we had more problems - RQS couldn't pull up her online tickets on her phone. It took the ticket clerk several minutes to help RQS pull up her tickets, and then we made it inside to see the play.
We made our way up to the "nose bleed" seats, and had a good view of the stage. By then, I could have easily fallen asleep for an hour. But I was going to try and stay semi-conscious as best I could. The play started, and I was bored by the dialog. Its humor was not on target, although most of the audience loved it. Its music was hard to understand, as the words were coming in too quickly to process the meaning of the lyrics. (You can see why I hate most hip-hop "music".) I finally started becoming more conscious for the second act, and found it only mildly amusing. The best part of the play was when the mood suddenly turned serious when they paid tribute to the real life "man who never was," a man who served his country in death, saving a great many lives as a result of deceiving the Nazis.
After the play, we trekked home, and were at home by midnight. Although we stayed up a little while, we passes out quickly once in bed.

