Operation Mincemeat

 

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.

An amazing lack of good information

 

The other day, I found out that Mario was dropped from one meetup group without explanation.  As much as my ex girlfriend claims she didn't have a hand in it, I have my doubts - there has been way too many weird coincidences in the timing of things, as if she's trying to gaslight me.  So be it.  I'd like to bury the hatchet, be able to attend this group as Mario, and still be civil and friendly towards this woman. (She said she'd not mind if I did so.)  But she won't help me with membership in the group.  So, sadly, too much bad blood may have been spilled, and she may hold a grudge that won't go away. Or, just maybe, she's very uncomfortable seeing me in any form, because she has regrets herself? (I won't go into more here, save that I was only looking to attend the group only to develop friendships.  But I'd have also liked the chance to show her that we could be in the same place and that nothing bad would happen.)

So, on Friday night, I wasn't able to sleep much   And I wished I could cancel my Saturday date with FH, as we'd be driving up to Woodstock for the day, then driving back to Queens to bring her home, and finally back to Croton to sleep.  Yet, this trip was worth it, as she had a good time, and that she realized that it's an extra 100 miles for me to drive, just to bring her home.  We discussed our Thanksgiving plans, and it finally looks like I'll pick up dinner at Boston Market, then bringing it to her place for our feast.

After a long drive on Saturday, I was amazed that I had the energy to see JM on Sunday. For this date, I met her in front of her apartment, and then drove to Greenwich Village to enjoy some sidewalk dining before it got too cold to eat outside.  As usual, JM and I had a good time, and we will likely meet again.  One potential problem is here - will she run away when she finds out I live part of my life as Marian?  I know one thing - she seems to like what she sees so far.