Starstruck

Last weekend I treated myself to a NYC birthday blowout: back-to-back Broadway shows starring Daniel Radcliffe and Hugh Jackman.  Friday night was How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying; Saturday, Hugh Jackman: Back on Broadway. There was something very surreal about watching Harry Potter and Wolverine singing and dancing before my very eyes! 

I was impressed, enchanted, swept away.  The only sorrow was switching seats with Sarah at intermission during Hugh.  We had two single seats - orchestra row A and mezzanie row H - with the master plan of halving the total cost and switching at intermission.  The plan worked beautifully until, sitting in the mezzanine for the second half, I saw Hugh advance toward Sarah and give her a mighty high-five. Jealousy may have made me scream just a little.  But, who can really begrudge a high-five from Hugh?  I cannot be that shallow!  It's just that I've been a little starstruck by the man since I saw him in London in 1999.  He was Curly in Oklahoma and I'm pretty sure the Thompsons had to peel me away from that theatre. 

  

The weekend held other delights: Central Park ablaze in autumn glory, prettier than a postcard.  Meeting my lovely roommate there for a twilight stroll.  Caribbean cuisine in Brooklyn with friends that I adore.  Russian restaurant with friends that I adore.  Seeing the lovely Lamb ladies--twice!  Making all of my train and bus connections with flair (i.e. in the nick of time).  And, listening to Sarah speak in the Manhattan 2nd ward on a topic that she truly cherishes--family history.  Some weekends are just larger than life.