So, the first thing I did after waking up was check out the continental breakfast. Turned out to be just tea, coffee, and muffins. The muffins were good, though - very moist.
Then I went off to get my nails done! We'd passed a nail salon the night before and I'd asked to make an appointment, but they said none was necessary and that they open at 10:30.
I was stupid early. So I walked around the neighborhood. I was wearing my Opera Shoes. Open toes. You see. Heels, too. I considered this practice for if I would make the one-mile walk to Lincoln Center. I even did, like, .07 miles on the treadmill in the hotel gym. Feet felt pretty good, actually. Then I found a little corner grocery that had Tiramisu in little cups. Had to get that for Brian.
Brian hates eating before noon, but he indulged me in splitting the Tiramisu because, well, Tiramisu!
At last it was 10:30. I was the first person in the salon and I sat down to get my first-ever gel pedicure! I picked silver sparkly polish to match my shoes. The pedicure and manicure were very nice, and accompanied by massage and cost slightly less than they would at home! Oh, NYC, you cray! $4 cokes and $40 pedicures.
I came back to the hotel room, showed off my nails, changed into more comfortable shoes, and we were off for the Intrepid!
The Intrepid is a WWII aircraft carrier which was docked as a museum not far from our hotel. It was, like, four blocks walk.
The scale of an aircraft carrier is wack. I had to keep reminding myself I was on a ship, not in a building, and even then, I didn't quite buy it.
On the deck of the Intrepid was: The Enterprise! The first space shuttle ever built, it never left Earth's atmosphere, being used for tests and training. Still: SPACESHIP. I got to touch a spaceship. I was in tears for most of the time we toured the exhibit, and we took so long they lost our souvenier photo from entrance. What? You weren't supposed to spend three hours marvelling at this??
It was cold and damp out - like 50 degrees. We got a ride on the Intrepid's aircraft elevator, which was fun, and then forewent touring the nuclear sub (there was a huge line). Brian had a hot dog. With saurkraut. I realized I had not tasted saurkraut since contracting crohn's disease some 15 years ago.
Damn that was tasty. Hot and savory on a cold day.
We celebrated the awesomeness of our experience with a deep and heavy pre-opera nap.
Mmm Yotel. We loves you and your pillows.
After a few bleary "is it time? No? No. Five more minutes. One more minute?"
It was time to dress for the Opera!
We planned on walking. People be like "Dude, you walked a mile in five inch platform heels and a ball gown? In the rain?" But honestly, Brian and I are pretty car-independent. We don't even think about calling a cab if we aren't going more than 10 miles.
So, yeah. We walked. The shoes generally did okay, except after about five blocks I discovered an annoying tendency for my toes to slide out the front. Annoying. I had to stop now and then to scrunch my feet back into the shoes. And then it started to rain. I was afraid for the safety of my fur wrap, borrowed from my friend Liz. Brian agreed to hold it under his coat, though this left me cold. He insisted we stop at a CVS and buy an umbrella.
That was a good idea. The umbrella was worth it as the rain came harder and harder as the night progressed.
At last, we were there! We saw crowds of well-dressed people. The Lincoln Center! The Opera!
Okay okay... so there was this press toward the theatre so I pulled Brian aside to admire the art gallery first. Then we dawdled by the bar, and I considered buying champaign, before finding our seats.
We were in the sixth row, center. We were close enough there were times I wanted the grey-haired guy with a baton to stop blocking my view.
The opera was incredible. Those sets! That singing! Those costumes! That... everything else. La Bohemme. It was all it was cracked up to be. Mostly the sets. I couldn't get over the sets.
I'ma mention, for bragging purposes, that I'm not wearing any foundation or blush. Just lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara. That's how I roll, make-up wise.
At intermission we took pics. Check me out.
No, seriously, check me out.
I was completely refreshed by the time it was time to walk back to the hotel. We decided to hit a random restaurant for dinner on our way, and eneded up at Crispin's Wine Bar. I adored my truffle oil and mushroom bruscetta. Brian adored his Caprese salad. We both picked at the orchetti pasta and declared it "okay." But after devouring the 'apetizers' we had no room for a main course.
We did, however, have room for dessert, and the creme brulee with chocolate sauce was, in fact, AMAZING. Amazeballs, even.
I didn't want the evening to end, but it /was/ past midnight when we got back to the hotel, so after a nice hot shower, I consented to sleep like a drunken baby.
Continued in NYC Day Three >>