Chance of Precipation: 100%.

But it was a rockin' day in the city regardless.

My BFF, lillith_knox and I spent the previous evening curled up in the hotel hide-a-bed with gigantic bottles/cans of beer having a grown up sleepover. (And seriously, sometimes being an adult is as cool as I imagined it would be when I was ten... this being one of those times.) We talked about work and play and boys past and present, and all those goofy things that must be confessed only to the BFF and only at 2am and only with very large beer bottles/cans to hand.

We got up at 11 the following morning, but only because my mother called into the front room from the bedroom (we have a suite--ha ha) to inquire if we intended to sleep through the whole day. So we got up, made the bed, and began the process of getting ready to go out into the water-logged city for a day of wandering.

We made first for Times Square in quest of rain boots and were joined there by lordameth, who led us to a very cool and very tasty kosher sandwich shop for lunch. (We had explained to him that a lack of food invariably made us irritable and vindictive and, seeing as it was a first time face-to-face meeting, a good impression depended on the speedy acquisition of food. Heh.)

Delicious viddles consumed, we began walking up from the Times Square area toward places like the Rockefeller Center and Saint Patrick's Cathedral, and the MoMA. Periodically we stopped to take pictures of kitschy, or touristy, or creepy, or hilarious sights. After a bit of rummaging in the MoMA gift shop (we opted not to go in: curse you, van Gogh!) we went in quest of a place to sit down and have a coffee (euphemistically speaking, of course, because of the three of us only lk actually drinks coffee and even she didn't this time). It was still raining, and we'd all kind of had enough of it.

At first we considered other options, but finally the pull was too much for us. We decided to let the Borg Starbucks add our distinctiveness to their own. Or... well. That is to say, we got drinks there. We came out with our souls still intact, for the moment, so I guess that's okay. ;> Then we wandered into an izakaya, which had a drinking minimum we weren't initially prepared for. The net result was the consumption of way more sake than any of us had previously planned for, but there are worse fates.

Around the end of the drinking bout, Mom joined us--finally done with work--and we got some quite respectable Indian food before our show.

The show we saw this evening was Peter Schaefer's Equus. And I'm still thinking about it right now. Overall, I would say that it was not wholly successful on a written level (the production design was exquisite and a number of the performances were riveting). But I'm still thinking about it. I may post a review with more fully articulated thoughts later.

Last night we saw Wicked, which is easier to pin down. In a nutshell: A Broadway Musical. Great production, capable performers, lots of fun. Spectacle triumphant.

But Equus was, if you'll forgive me, a horse of an entirely different color. So we'll see what I think about it in the morning. If I have time to think, that is. We're raring to go full-throttle again tomorrow. Yowza!