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Dec. 11th, 2010 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sam_gamgeeI think I'm on awesome overload. (J laughed heartily at that when I said it.)
I got up early this morning. (I haven't seen that side of seven in a LOOONG time.) And for some reason my dad decided to get up to see me off. (Part of me wanted to say, "Um, I can dress myself and get myself out the door just fine, thanks.") But driving to the train station, getting my tickets, and getting on the train all went just fine. As did the train ride up to NYC and meeting up with my mom and John.
We got on the subway and went up to 50th St, and got off to walk up to 57th St because they wanted to go to FAO Schwarz before the show. This was a bad idea for a number of reasons:
1) it was 10:30 by the time we got to 57th St and the show started at 11:30
2) John's gps wasn't working, so we didn't know what the cross street was and I didn't want to go wandering around
3) Have you seen FAO Schwarz during holiday season?!? (Thankfully, I have and was able to convince them between this and #1 that it wasn't a good idea.)
We went to see the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. And getting in was insane! There were so many people! But the show was amazing. For some reason I thought the Rockettes were just a small part of the show, but they did a lot of numbers. The whole thing was really cool.
And for some odd reason, I kept spontaneously crying for about the first half of the show. And I honestly don't know why. But I'm going to guess it was a good crying. (Or, at least that's what I'm hoping.)
The only downside to the day was when we were leaving the theatre, I wasn't paying attention and fell off the step as we walked outside. Everyone was doing the "Are you okay?!" and I replied, "I'm fine - only my ego's bruised."
Afterwards, we ended up going back to my mom and John's hotel room and ordering room service because they couldn't decide what they wanted to eat and I didn't really care. From there, we went back to Penn Station. (And I figured out how to get from the subway into the actual station,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nakedwesley!)
The train ride back was also uneventful and got back about six.
Ended up going to J's because she'd been having a bad week and didn't feel like being alone. We got dinner and watched Surf's Up - which is really cute. And I cheered her up a bit on the way back from picking up the food by playing Straight No Chaser's "Twelve Days of Christmas".
It feels weird at the moment - like I can't believe I did all that today.
I got up early this morning. (I haven't seen that side of seven in a LOOONG time.) And for some reason my dad decided to get up to see me off. (Part of me wanted to say, "Um, I can dress myself and get myself out the door just fine, thanks.") But driving to the train station, getting my tickets, and getting on the train all went just fine. As did the train ride up to NYC and meeting up with my mom and John.
We got on the subway and went up to 50th St, and got off to walk up to 57th St because they wanted to go to FAO Schwarz before the show. This was a bad idea for a number of reasons:
1) it was 10:30 by the time we got to 57th St and the show started at 11:30
2) John's gps wasn't working, so we didn't know what the cross street was and I didn't want to go wandering around
3) Have you seen FAO Schwarz during holiday season?!? (Thankfully, I have and was able to convince them between this and #1 that it wasn't a good idea.)
We went to see the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. And getting in was insane! There were so many people! But the show was amazing. For some reason I thought the Rockettes were just a small part of the show, but they did a lot of numbers. The whole thing was really cool.
And for some odd reason, I kept spontaneously crying for about the first half of the show. And I honestly don't know why. But I'm going to guess it was a good crying. (Or, at least that's what I'm hoping.)
The only downside to the day was when we were leaving the theatre, I wasn't paying attention and fell off the step as we walked outside. Everyone was doing the "Are you okay?!" and I replied, "I'm fine - only my ego's bruised."
Afterwards, we ended up going back to my mom and John's hotel room and ordering room service because they couldn't decide what they wanted to eat and I didn't really care. From there, we went back to Penn Station. (And I figured out how to get from the subway into the actual station,
nakedwesley!)The train ride back was also uneventful and got back about six.
Ended up going to J's because she'd been having a bad week and didn't feel like being alone. We got dinner and watched Surf's Up - which is really cute. And I cheered her up a bit on the way back from picking up the food by playing Straight No Chaser's "Twelve Days of Christmas".
It feels weird at the moment - like I can't believe I did all that today.
