I just got back from four days in New York. I went with one of my dearest most wonderful friends; we’ve known each other for over 20 years.
Two theatre events were on the agenda:
- SÉANCE ON A WET AFTERNOON is a psychological thriller about a medium, Myra Foster, her doting husband Bill, and the spirit of their deceased eleven-year-old son, Arthur, who speaks to Myra and is her contact for her séances.
- GOOD PEOPLE with Frances McDormand, a gritty piece about aspiration and ecscape.
Both were excellent. But I especially enjoyed the opera since it was a first for me — but obviously not for most in attendance — I felt very young at Lincoln Center amid all of the opera-loving octogenarians.
We also went to some cool restaurants including Tia Pol and Elmo and a really loud and funky Mexican place filled with very beautiful people (where I did in fact feel older than I did at Lincoln Center).
Plus walking and more walking — something I could do all day — as long as there were refreshment breaks. And there were!
I can’t wait to head back. New York in the fall is lovely.