Saturday Night…

So the ride waiting for me at the airport was one of those guys with the dry erase board that had a name on it. Sure enough, there’s ARNET. I was in a black shiny car and had a driver who told me all kinds of interesting information as we drove. He also used a LOT of colorful language. Not that I was offended by it, but every other word was a swear word. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he spoke with all of his passengers. Oh well. He was very helpful in telling me the best ways to get from the hotel to Manhattan.

So I found my way to the city to meet Leah and her fam for the show. They were still in Brooklyn for the first visit to her apartment, so I had some tome on my own. I gave Gabe a call to find out where he was so that I could possibly go see him. The conversation is as follows:
ME: Hey Gabe!
HIM: Hey! Can you believe we’re in the Big Apple together
ME: I know! It’s crazy! Where are you guys?
HIM: Starbucks.

Starbucks? STARBUCKS?!? I’m supposed to find you at Starbucks? Do you know how many Starbucks there are in New York? There are like, eight at the LAKE OF THE OZARKS. And that is way different from New York City. So I wandered a bit. Happened upon Bubba Gump’s where a guy I know works…he wasn’t there. Took a picture of myself in Times Square to prove my trip there.

Wandered a little more until I found Gabe right before his show. I let them go in and walked a little before I decided I should go wait at the theatre. So I waited. And waited. And waited. Until 8:05. Little did any of us know that Leah’s apartment is an HOUR from midtown! Poor thing’s going to have a LONG commute to work every day! When we got in the theatre, we had to wait until the end of the first musical number to be seated. That was okay with me because it gave me the chance to run to the bathroom before we were seated. They did have televisions in the lobby to watch the first number, but some of the other late people were SO loud!

The show was AWESOME! I loved Igor. I hated the woman sitting next to me. There were a lot of strobe lights during the show. A LOT. Like at a club kind of strobe lights. I almost had to get my groove on. But I didn’t. I just enjoyed the show, strobe lights and all. That was me, not the lady sitting next to me. Every time they would start using the strobes or the situation lent itself to using the strobes, she would audibly say, “Here come the lights again” and cover her eyes. This happened. A lot. She also hated Igor. He was Ha-larious. He had a bunch of stupid jokes. And my “friend” would say things like, Oh, not him again,” or “that was stupid,” or if it was a joke or phrase or something we all new, she would let us all know the line in advance in case we hadn’t figured it out. She also didn’t applaud. I did not like her.

After the show, we met up with Gabe and his family and my cousin, Jerry. We had a BLAST at Dallas BBQ. Good food, good drinks, and I got the chance to use the AWESOME purse hanger from Marcia, Kathy, and Curtis (thanks guys!)

After our late night dinner, Jerry took me to the subway and gave me my directions. I did pretty well taking the subway to the second to last stop, getting on the AirTrain, and taking the shuttle to my hotel. It took me about an hour and 15 minutes. I got to the hotel before Leah and her parents got to her apartment.