Springsteen on Broadway

New York, was New York.

I remember how impressed I used to be with New York.  The first couple of times I went I was living in Florida, and was literally awestruck by everything.  Trains.  The sheer number of people who lived there.  The assumption that everyone I saw on the street was in glamorous and famous in some way.  Which is totally not true.  Most the people you see in New York don’t live there.  And many are just straight up annoyed that you are there, from Florida.

But the less impressed I became with New York over time (especially since I live in Chicago now) the more amused I become by “born and bred” New Yorkers, people who believe it is the best city in the world because it is the center of the universe, it has the best everything.  New Yorkers who don’t even learn how to drive, because why bother?

One thing I continued to be in awe of are the NYC cabs.  They reminded me of schools of fish, moving quickly and smoothly down the street,  merging and stopping as if choreographed.  

My sister had the cool idea to take my mom to New York to see Springsteen (who is playing at the Walter Kerr theater on Broadway). She entered into the lottery and got two tickets, which was unfortunate, because we were three.  I rolled the dice and went, thinking that I could scrape up a ticket.  Surely I could.  Just one ticket?  Just one poor bastard who ended up having to work?

Narrator: JBR was not able to get a ticket, despite extensive efforts on Craigslist and standing in the “lucky seat” line at the theater.

Which ended up being fine.  I left and had a drink near Times Square (which is still an awe-inspiring experience). Then I had a fantastic dinner and headed back to the hotel. My mom and sister had a fantastic time at the concert.  Which was cool.

img_4134We ended up getting to do some fun things while we were there.  We went to Mood (of Project Runway) and saw Swatch.  Having not seen much Project Runway, I didn’t realize that Swatch was a big deal.

I know, its blasphemy to say that.

It was a lot like the old days, with Nicole and me toting and fetching for my mom.  The only thing we were missing was JJ picking out thread for various projects.


I got to “run” the Brooklyn Bridge. I say “run” because there was no running involved- since the weather was nice and 384745758594940482 people were on the bridge.

Ugh.  So many people.  So many people not being aware of their surroundings.  So many tourists.  I don’t know why I got it in my head that I wanted to do this- but I just did.  I guess I thought that this was “real” that crossing the bridge on foot was what “real” people in New York do, when they are going about their daily lives.

FALSE.  Mostly just tourists do this.

Oh well.  It was a nice walk, except for all the people.  But New Yorkers probably say that all the time about tourists.  And if I am being honest, I should note that at the time, I was a tourist.  Sad face emoji.


Just to complete the “total basic bitch” look, I am totally listening to “New York State of Mind.”  As one does.


Also, for the first time EVER, I got to go inside the New York Public Library.  Which was FANTASTIC.  It is a beautiful building.  But again, with the tourists.  Not a fan.  Not a fan at all.  Note to self: next time I go to New York, find a special event at the library at night, so I can enjoy the best library in the world without all the damn tourists.

I said what I said.


In all, it was a really fun time. I wish that we could do a trip like this once a year.  Different places, not always New York or big cities- but something with my mom and my sister, because I don’t see them enough.

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