I love New York. But I fear the New York subway. There are so many lines, and express vs. local, and a lack of signage...I find it intimidating. So I was pleased when I realized that Carrie and I would have it easy when we went to see Hedda Gabler this past Saturday. The play was in Brooklyn, but there was a train that goes right from Penn Station to the correct stop.
Little did I know that they were doing some sort of track work. We got on a train and the conductor started talking. There were signs on the windows. Something about the 5 acting as the 2 and having to change at Bowling Green. Even the New Yorkers on the train were confused. That's never a good sign.
But we got to the play on time, and I'm glad we did, because it was fantastic. I wasn't familiar with the play, but I certainly didn't expect it to be as funny as it was. (I mean, I don't have a correlation between Ibsen and humor in my brain.) The acting, the sets, the costumes...awesome.
To make the weekend better, we spent the weekend at Carrie's house, where we got to play with the six adorable puppies her family's dogs had. Too cute! They were six weeks old and still small enough that you could carry around two or three at a time--easily. They were particularly cute when all bundled up together, sleeping. Playing with them was also fun, but there was a possibility that one could poop or pee on you, which isn't so cool.
Current song in my head:
"Every Day is a Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow