On Friday, Giordana and I received two packages from home. One was a care package from Al and Nancy, containing a much missed piece of Canadian paraphernalia, and the always loved dishcloths. I cannot express my love for these sincerely enough. I had no idea how bloody expensive scrubbies are, and those knitted towels are the most useful kitchen utensil ever made. The second "package" was actually a visitor, one Miss Judy Hale, who has until just now spent the last three days with us, partaking in a very exciting New York weekend. Our itinerary was as follows:
Friday, April 10th 2009. After an early wake up, Judy followed us to Manhattan on our way to classes. This, I should say, is quite early, so props to Judy for the quick wake up after such a wicked flight. While we were learning how to present ourselves in 18th century comedy, she took Macy's by storm, acquiring an entire new wardrobe of which I am sure she would be happy to share with your eyes. Especially the coat. After class we met her for lunch at our favourite burger joint, then went hunting for some tickets to a play. It seemed we all agreed on Lincoln Center's revival of the classic "South Pacific" but alas, no tickets for that night were available. Instead we banked on three tickets for the Saturday Matinee. This gave us some time to kill, so we headed up to the top of 30 Rockefeller plaza. All 69 floors. I, of course, was the only one to experience vertigo, and had to hold all my wits about me to prevent myself from going insane.
Saturday, April 11th 2009. We woke up to find the clouds had opened up and let down a torrential downpour. In any other situation this would be shitty, but because we were seeing a matinee, it worked out perfectly. We jumped over to LC's theatre and were treated to a show of a calibre of which I have very rarely seen rivaled. I was particularly moved by the leading male's voice: he was making his Broadway debut, but had impressive operatic experience with the Metropolitan and New York City Opera. To this second I still have his songs reverberating in my skull. After the show, We went (for the second night in a row mind you) out for dinner at Les Halles, which has become our favourite take-the-guest-out-for-dinner-spot. Judy and I continued on the the South Ferry and got an amazing view of lower Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty, while Giordana, being exhausted, went home to relax.
Sunday, April 12th 2009. After an Easter egg hunt we went to Central park and found a tasty little bistro in which to have tasty brunch, on the way. We tooled around the park until two, and returned home to see AJ on her way. Overall, a blast.