On Saturday, the Mrs. and I dropped off the little one at Grandmom's and drove up to New York City for the day. The occasion? Tom Stoppard's three-part play "The Coast of Utopia". We were in the audience for the first marathon showing - all three parts, for a total of 8 + hours of 19th century Russian political and philosophical theater, back-to-back-to-back. The performances were terrific, lead by Billy Crudup, Ethan Hawke and Josh Hamilton (of Kicking & Screaming fame - my favorite movie of all time)We were allotted substantial breaks for meals and were fortunate enough to meet up with an old friend and his lovely bride for a late lunch at Peters, on Columbus Ave.
We played Powerball in PA before we left. I eagerly logged on to my phone upon leaving the theater for the last time at 11pm, with hopes of seeing 6 familiar numbers, finding a hotel room that night and getting an early start on apartment hunting Sunday morning.
But alas, not a single number. My dreams of a Manhattan condo will have to wait.
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