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Philly-NYC Trip, Day 8
Sep. 11th, 2022 11:59 pmSUNDAY
I woke up just before seven to use the bathroom and went back to bed. I rolled over through my alarm at 8:30 and got up after Gary's went off at quarter to nine and he'd been in the bathroom. We picked Le Pain Quotidien, a Belgian bakery and restaurant just across 7th Avenue, for breakfast around ten. I had a ham and Gruyere omelet and Gary had the same ingredients in a quiche.
From there we walked the three long blocks to the High Line. It proved to be a mistake because my left leg and back were complaining bitterly by the time we arrived, and also a light but steady rain began to fall. Still, we made the most of our limited time there, walking from 30th Street to 23rd with some rest breaks and a stop at CVS for snacks. The walk back to 8th Avenue to the nearest subway station was miserable but we managed. We took the C train uptown to 59th Street in order to transfer to the 1 train with fewer steps. Waiting for the 1 train, I sat on a bench a few seats over from a cute cubby dude. He rose and stretched, and a black lady with two little girls arrived. One of the girls wanted to sit by me on the bench with her mother, but mom objected since we weren't wearing masks. Ironically, her own mask was hanging down well below her nose. I chose not to engage and motioned to Gary I was going to get up and walk down the platform. The 1 train was full but not crush loaded, and I managed to find a seat at the penultimate stop at Penn Station. The rain had picked up a bit while we were on the subway. We returned to the room to find it hadn't been serviced, so I stripped off my soaked T-shirt, dried off, and put on a polo shirt I intended to wear to the theater; I also switched from dress shoes to sneakers to help with the bad leg. That settled, we sat out on the patio under an umbrella to have our snacks, surf, and in my case catch up on my journal.
Around two we returned to the room to grab jackets and in my case a hat, then made our way to the Lyceum Theater for a 3 PM matinee performance of "A Strange Loop", the story of a fat gay black man writing a musical about a fat gay black man writing a musical.... The lead character was portrayed by a cute black full-grown cub. The part writing and casting was very impressive, including a low bass and a baritone who were each very clear in their respective ranges. The costumes and sets for the gospel scene were quite over-the-top but they definitely showed the lead actor to best advantage. The sex scene rather rattled Gary though.
As we left the theater, Gary needed to walk so we headed for Rockefeller Plaza to take pictures. While there, I chatted with Martin on Messenger and agreed to meet up at Ty's before heading around the corner for dinner. We caught an F train all the way to Greenwich Village along with a cute cub who reminded me of Tony Marcacci. Once I had bought drinks for Gary and me, we got into a conversation with Wayne and Mike from Cleveland. The five of us went from Ty's to the Cowgirl restaurant around the corner. On the way we found out Mike and Wayne know Red Fred and Steve from Rochester. I had a pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw and Tater Tots, and a bowl of chili; Gary had mac and cheese with a salad. The conversation continued and it was fun getting to know Wayne and Mike. Wayne picked up the tab for dinner which was greatly appreciated.
We parted company at the restaurant and made our way to the 1 train at Christopher Street. While we waited to cross the street, a disheveled black dude crossed against traffic and narrowly avoided getting creamed by several cars. We caught the train back to the hotel, where once more I stripped off my wet clothes, ran the hair dryer all over myself, and put on dry clothes, then journaled the events of the day. I ended up going to sleep about 10:30 as the Sunday Night Football game ended. Gary stayed up till about 12:30.
I woke up just before seven to use the bathroom and went back to bed. I rolled over through my alarm at 8:30 and got up after Gary's went off at quarter to nine and he'd been in the bathroom. We picked Le Pain Quotidien, a Belgian bakery and restaurant just across 7th Avenue, for breakfast around ten. I had a ham and Gruyere omelet and Gary had the same ingredients in a quiche.
From there we walked the three long blocks to the High Line. It proved to be a mistake because my left leg and back were complaining bitterly by the time we arrived, and also a light but steady rain began to fall. Still, we made the most of our limited time there, walking from 30th Street to 23rd with some rest breaks and a stop at CVS for snacks. The walk back to 8th Avenue to the nearest subway station was miserable but we managed. We took the C train uptown to 59th Street in order to transfer to the 1 train with fewer steps. Waiting for the 1 train, I sat on a bench a few seats over from a cute cubby dude. He rose and stretched, and a black lady with two little girls arrived. One of the girls wanted to sit by me on the bench with her mother, but mom objected since we weren't wearing masks. Ironically, her own mask was hanging down well below her nose. I chose not to engage and motioned to Gary I was going to get up and walk down the platform. The 1 train was full but not crush loaded, and I managed to find a seat at the penultimate stop at Penn Station. The rain had picked up a bit while we were on the subway. We returned to the room to find it hadn't been serviced, so I stripped off my soaked T-shirt, dried off, and put on a polo shirt I intended to wear to the theater; I also switched from dress shoes to sneakers to help with the bad leg. That settled, we sat out on the patio under an umbrella to have our snacks, surf, and in my case catch up on my journal.
Around two we returned to the room to grab jackets and in my case a hat, then made our way to the Lyceum Theater for a 3 PM matinee performance of "A Strange Loop", the story of a fat gay black man writing a musical about a fat gay black man writing a musical.... The lead character was portrayed by a cute black full-grown cub. The part writing and casting was very impressive, including a low bass and a baritone who were each very clear in their respective ranges. The costumes and sets for the gospel scene were quite over-the-top but they definitely showed the lead actor to best advantage. The sex scene rather rattled Gary though.
As we left the theater, Gary needed to walk so we headed for Rockefeller Plaza to take pictures. While there, I chatted with Martin on Messenger and agreed to meet up at Ty's before heading around the corner for dinner. We caught an F train all the way to Greenwich Village along with a cute cub who reminded me of Tony Marcacci. Once I had bought drinks for Gary and me, we got into a conversation with Wayne and Mike from Cleveland. The five of us went from Ty's to the Cowgirl restaurant around the corner. On the way we found out Mike and Wayne know Red Fred and Steve from Rochester. I had a pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw and Tater Tots, and a bowl of chili; Gary had mac and cheese with a salad. The conversation continued and it was fun getting to know Wayne and Mike. Wayne picked up the tab for dinner which was greatly appreciated.
We parted company at the restaurant and made our way to the 1 train at Christopher Street. While we waited to cross the street, a disheveled black dude crossed against traffic and narrowly avoided getting creamed by several cars. We caught the train back to the hotel, where once more I stripped off my wet clothes, ran the hair dryer all over myself, and put on dry clothes, then journaled the events of the day. I ended up going to sleep about 10:30 as the Sunday Night Football game ended. Gary stayed up till about 12:30.