Sunday, but neither in the park nor with George

Day 25: Sunday, March 12

Sunday was sort of a rerun of Saturday morning. Subway uptown, pre-show prep, then the show itself. It was looser and a little more spontaneous for me (especially in Scene 5) as I tried to practice what I’d decided to preach. Not all of it worked, but it worked well enough, and I was mostly happy with the performance. Afterward, Pidge (who had seen something else) arrived at the theatre so we could have dinner with her friend Colleen (who had come up from Pittsburgh to see the show). We went to a steakhouse nearby (which gave us a 15% discount because I’m—temporarily, anyway—a member of 59E59) and basically had the place, which was nice, to ourselves. 

We shared massive amounts of food (much of which came home with us) and a very good bottle of wine and had a great time. I wanted to do laundry when I got home, but Pidge was terrified by the approaching Blizzard of the Century and wanted to lay in groceries. We stopped at the Whole Foods on 14^th (as did, seemingly, half the city—though it was nowhere near as bad as Trader Joe’s, where, on Monday, the checkout lines were, literally, halfway down the block outside) and got her enough that she felt she could withstand not being able to get out, if it came to that. (I was dubious about the ferocity of the storm, so I was just happy that she was happy.)

We came home, I read the paper, and it was lights out to prepare for El Blizzardo.