After spending several hours researching the shows available for my Broadway viewing entertainment, and deciding that I would really like to see South Pacific, White Christmas, or Wicked, in that order of preference, we headed into the city. We snagged a ride on the military shuttle, courtesy of the in-laws. Fortunately for my motion sickness tendencies, I was able to ride shotgun.
We were dropped off right in front of Times Square where the line for discount tickets was winding and snaking around a booth. By the time I got to the window, and found out that they don't sell tickets to premium shows like the choices I had made, I was willing to settle for what I could get without standing in another long line. So we purchased tickets to see the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Hall, featuring the world famous Rockettes. I was not complaining.
The show didn't start until 4:00, and it was only just noon, so we chose to get a bite to eat. We shuffled around a bit, checking out the gigantic Toys R Us store where we want to take the kids later. After looking at the menu at TGI Friday's, Shawn and I decided to go eat at the Olive Garden. I'm not usually a big fan of the place, but I had a fantastic steak that made it worth the money we spent on lunch in Times Square.
The Hershey's and M&M stores were, um, sweet. I had to stop at a pharmacy to pick up a couple of essentials including some Advil Cold and Sinus. Boring, I know, but I was getting a migraine.
Yadda, yadda, yadda... wander through a couple other places and Rockefeller Center to kill time... get to the show.
Our tickets, which didn't bust the budget, surprisingly enough, were pretty good seats. The Rockettes were amazing! How they ever managed to do all of those high kicks and fancy steps in perfect unison is beyond me, but I got to thinking, I could totally do that! I can kick my feet up over my head, but it usually involves some sort of fruit peel or ice patch, and it ain't as pretty or even remotely sexy.
Tomorrow I shall make out the grocery list of things we still need for me to make a familiar Thanksgiving dinner. I guess it's back to the old grind...