Wednesday, October 29, 2008

NY Adventure Part V (Miracle on 34th St.)

This morning we went to Macy's. The Macy's on 34th St. And I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. We shopped, and I bought 2 of the most gorgeous pairs of boots. My husband was even cooperative, as far as the shopping went, because seriously, I tried on a LOT of boots trying to make up my mind. Actually, I probably only ended up with 2 pairs just because he wanted to leave...haha.

Then we headed over to TKTS at Times Square. You have to stand in line for a while (ok, for a long while), but if you are willing to brave the line, you can pick up Broadway tickets for that night's performance for half-price. We got tickets to Spamalot, you know, with Clay Aiken. We just got back from that, and it was hilarious. I am a fan of Monty Python anyway, but they glammed it up a bit for Broadway. We laughed the whole way through, and came away completely satisfied with the experience. The best part was that our seats were only 3 rows back from the stage. I could have reached out and touched Clay if I wanted to. Not that I would, because that would just be creepy, but I could have....I love seeing a local NC boy make it in live theater.

And if that wasn't enough fun for 1 day, Bruce managed to score tickets to the taping of the Dave Letterman show while we were waiting in the ticket line for Spamalot. He answered some kind of trivia question that I would have NEVER known..." Who is Rupert G.?". He got it right, and I still couldn't tell you the answer. But we were there for the afternoon taping of tonight's show.
We had a blast there, too. The show was funny, but what I did not know was that they tell you/force you to laugh loudly. We were instructed to laugh and applause no matter what. Even if we didn't think Dave was funny....haha. I took my job seriously, so I laughed. I figured what the heck? Tomorrow we are heading over to The Met. I'm looking forward to that.


Stephen said...

My whole world has been crushed.

CRUSHED! Crushed and destroyed.

I am glad you didn't get tickets to Jon Stewart. If he FORCED you to laugh, I would cry a thousand rivers and die a thousands . . .


Anonymous said...

I remember the same instructions when I saw Johnny Carson . . . seriously, Charles Grodin is not THAT funny. I also remember how shabby and worn (and small) the set looked in person, but, still, it was Johnny Carson. (I am dating myself . . . really . . . Johnny Carson!?!) Sounds like you all had a perfect day (and score on the boots!)!!!

Rebecca said...

Jon Stewart won't let us in. Which makes me sad, cuz I LOVE him.