Monday, February 20, 2012

Sunday in NY 2012

(For the first post about this 2012 trip, scroll way down past all the waffling, to the one that's entitled "A New Trip for 2012", then work your way up.  This one here is the last one.  Everything prior to that is from the trip in Jan. 2011.)




Okay, Sunday morning. Last day in NY.

I got up at 8:45 and walked to W. 23rd St, or wherever the subway station is that would take me to the museum.  Got myself an Egg McMuffin on the way.  You know how sometimes you run into someone with that kind of breath that just about knocks you over?  Yeah, one of the customers was like that.  It was scary.  He left a wake as he went along.




After eating, on got on the train up to W. 81st, and it dumped me off right into the museum itself.  Cool!

Actually, cool is not the right word.  Remember last year, when I was talking about how the Metropolitan Museum of Art was really nice, except they had it heated to about 600 degrees?  It was the same here.  I suppose it might just be the body heat of all the people, because that really does add up, but in that case it would be nice if there was some ventilation.

Anyway, I saw a neat planetarium show narrated by Whoopi Goldberg.  At first I was like, "What's with raspy Brooklyn-sounding woman?"  Was Avery Brooks busy that day, or what?  But after a while she said who she was, and I was like, "Ohhhhh!!  Okay."  I guess it's because she played Guinan.  Or however you spell it.  The show was fun, and felt like a carnival ride without those pesky dry heaves.   I learned that the sun actually is not an average-mass star, but above average.  I didn't know that.

Then I went around and saw everything as fast as I could, partly because I was limited on time, but mostly because it was too hot to stand around and read anything.  Really, someone needs to be flogged for allowing those museums to get up to flesh-melting temperatures like that.  It's one of the many things that I completely fail to understand about the world.

Then I took the subway to 42nd and walked the rest of the way, stopping at a brewery/restaurant for an oatmeal stout and a piece of cheesecake.  Yum!  There was a young couple sitting next to me, and the woman told her fella to look in his coat pocket.  He reached in and found a condom.  He was like, "Shhhh, what?! That's the last thing I need!!  What if she looks in my pocket!  I can't have her finding stuff like this!  What are you trying to do?!"  The girl looked very amused.  Ah, to be young and idiotic!

Really, I can see the benefits to actually having someone with you when you go on vacation, so you don't sit in  restaurants either pretending to be fascinated by your cell phone or listening to the private conversations of people around you, but what can you do?

I got back to my hotel and had a little scare.  I had already checked out, and had them hold onto my bag, but they couldn't find it at first.  Eventually they found it though, and the Carmel guy came to pick me up a few minutes early.  I got to JFK with a couple of  hours to spare, but I had wanted to allow for possible stop and go traffic.  I wandered around a bit; JFK is like a big shopping mall.  After a while I decided to grab lunch at a Mexican place.  I had a carne asada burrito and a really amazing blood orange margarita, which I made last for as long as I could.

The flight was uneventful, really.  Somehow the way back manages to be about two hours longer than the way there, but it was okay.  I got out of the airport, got my suitcase, and got a ride back with this insane Russian taxi driver, who drove at about 100 mph.  I was trying to text Alex, "I'm on Doolittle"...but by the time I got to the "D", we were blasting down Island Dr.  I blinked and missed our street completely, so we ended up at the end of the street.  I saw the fare, and worked out that it would be $20 if I gave him a tip, but then he told me that there's a $7 airport fee, and a $4 after 10 pm fee.  So basically, with the cash I had, I wasn't able to bother with the tip, except maybe about a dime.  His tip should have been, "If you want to get there quickly, go down Ron Cowan Drive instead of Doolittle, you big freak."   He was friendly enough though, and somehow managed to get me home in one piece.

So there you go.  That was my trip.  Wow.  It took me nearly as long to write about it as the duration of the trip itself.  Heh heh!!

Saturday in NY 2012

I had plans to go to the American Museum of Natural History the next morning, before the 2 pm show.  As it turned out, I slept in a bit too late for that.  So I found a pasta place for an early lunch, then walked up to Times Square again and hung around there.

This time I was closer to the stage, but still not all that close.  You have to be an American Express cardholder for that, like I said.  There was this lady sitting next to me who said, "I don't know how to turn off my cell phone.  I'll just put it on vibrate."  Her companion and I managed to convince her that we'd knock her block off if her phone started buzzing during the play.  Okay, we didn't say that, but that's really what it's all about.  You may think your phone's vibrate mode is silent, until you rest your coat pocket against the wooden arm of your theater seat, and it goes off while Alan Rickman's character is quietly reading Izzy's story.  Then you find out how loud it really is.

Happily, there were no cell phone issues.  Again, the play was a lot of fun.

Afterwards I waited outside for my friend Eric to pick me up.  People lined up to see Alan Rickman, but he never came out.  I had heard that he doesn't come out after the matinee, because he's got other stuff to do before the evening show.  So I felt kind of sorry for the people who were hoping to see him.  The others came out, though, except Lily Rabe again.  She eventually came out and walked quickly past the few people who were left, but no one seemed to notice her except me.

While I waited, I called up Carmel and reserved a car to pick me up, feeling very much like a proper travelling person.

I learned that it takes about nine hours to drive from W. 41st street to W. 45th, and you have to take out a second mortgage if you want to park.  Eric picked me up and drove me around town, pointing out some sights.  After a while we ended up at an Irish bar uptown, and had a few beers while catching up after having not seen each other (except for a short visit) in 15 years.  That was really nice, so I'm glad we had that chance.

He dropped me back off at the hotel, and I sat in the lobby and had a cup of their tasty, complementary coffee and talked on the phone with Alex for a bit, because even though my vocal cords were absolutely shredded from talking over loud pop music all night, I was still feeling all social.

Oh, and this picture ought to be on the previous page, but I'll put it here anyway.  This is right across the street from the theater.
Sorry it's out of focus.  William Shatner on stage.  What else can I say?

Made it to "Seminar"

I got the train up to Times Square about two hours before the show.  I ate at a quiet pizza place, and had a tasty, albeit rather greasy, calzone.  It was a pleasant enough experience.  Then I went looking all around Times Square.  That was really neat!  All of these signs are moving, so it's very colorful and busy all the time.






Then I went inside a wine bar that was playing Motown music and had a glass of red wine, which seemed like a nice thing to do in Times Square after a greasy calzone.  I enjoyed that, but obviously it would have been better with a friend.  It was a nice way to spend that last 30 minutes before the theater opened.  


I went into the theater as soon as we were allowed to go inside.  My seat was way up at the back, but so much more comfortable than those weird seats in the nosebleed section at the Harvey Theater last year. These were normal, comfortable seats, with a very good view.  The John Golden theater is small but pretty inside.  The back row soon filled up with college students who all seemed to know each other.  At one point, one of them came back from the bathroom and announced, "Oh. My. God!  You'll never guess who I just saw in the bathroom!!!  Emma Stone!"  All of her friends were just beside themselves.  Emma Stone!  Oh my god!  Emma Stone!  I haven't the foggiest clue who Emma Stone is, but they clearly did, and were fascinated that she'd go to a play on a Friday night.  They snuck around, plotting and scheming ways to take a picture of this woman, despite the "no photographs in the theater" rule.  One girl said, "Hey guys, don't bug her.  She's here to see a play," but no one seemed to hear her.  

Okay, I just decided to look her up on imdb.  Let's see....

Uh..okay.  I'm not even going to post a picture, because they only have a crappy picture of her.  I don't recognize her or any of her movies.  I guess that's me being an old fart.  Some young whippersnapper.  Hope she was able to enjoy the play without being accosted too much.  

Anyway, we watched the play, and it was great fun.  

As soon as it was over, I went outside and gathered in the spot that was obviously for people looking for autographs.  Luckily those annoying students weren't there.  There was a pretty big crowd, more so that at John Gabriel Borkman last year, but it wasn't bad.  First to come out was Hettiene Park, who played Izzy.  She went down the line and signed playbills.  Here she is:  



Next was Hamish Linkletter, who played Martin.  





Then Jerry O'Connell came along.  He interacted with the crowd a bit, and seemed like a nice guy.  Apparently it was his birthday, so several people sang Happy Birthday to him.  Here he is:  


I had a couple of closer pictures, but they didn't turn out.  


Lily Rabe never came out at all, so I didn't get her autograph.  Oh well.  

The important thing is this guy here. 





 He was in full stage-door mode, even more so than last time, because of course there were a bunch of people.  Most people just handed him their playbill and didn't say much.  When he was signing mine, I felt very comfortable and not nervous at all, like I kind of know him (having already done the whole "Squeeee!!! I'm really standing next to Alan Rickman" thing).  I thanked him for coming out here and signing our playbills, and said, "I flew out from California this morning especially to see you," and he, "Really? How nice!"   So that's neat.  It feels good to have that, 'cause I didn't manage it last time.  

After that, I walked to the subway station on W. 42nd, managed to get on an express train that whizzed past my hotel, and had to walk 15 blocks back uptown.  That was fine, though, because my friend Paul called, so it was like having a companion the whole way.  The weather was perfect.  With my coat on, and with the extra excursion of walking, I was neither too hot nor too cold.  



My First Day in NY 2012

When I woke up, I decided I'd take the subway down to the site of the World Trade Center.

On my way to the subway station, I noticed a bunch of fur shops.  I thought that was interesting.


Now, I didn't decide to see the WTC because of  any particular need or desire to see it.  I was there when it was two big buildings, and that was pretty cool.  But, having looked at Google Maps for a while, it seemed to me that I'd be able to walk from there to Tribeca.  I had seen an interview with Alan Rickman, in which he recommended the pecan pie at a little restaurant on Chambers Street.  So I figured I'd walk past the WTC site, get a slice of pecan pie , walk up through Greenwich Village, and continue along where the subway goes until I was tired of it, then grab a train back to the hotel or theater, depending on what time it got to be.

I learned some things.

One:  I learned that there's bugger all to do at the WTC.  It's a big construction site, and you can't actually get close to any kind of "memorial" bit of it, unless you've made reservations.  That wasn't any particular disappointment, but if I had known that, I probably wouldn't have gone that far sound to begin with.

I got a few pictures, though.

At the WTC site
Some guys are playing chess.


Another thing I learned was that when I'm surrounded by tall buildings and streets with names instead of numbers, I have no idea which way is north, south, east, or west.  I had a subway map, but nothing that showed actual streets.  I learned that my map didn't always correspond very well to the reality that I was observing around me.  So I got kind of lost.

I did manage to find that pie place, by dumb luck.  I went in and asked if they had any pecan pie.  They said no.  I said, "do you usually have pecan pie?"   They said, "No, that's pretty much a special order thing."  I guess if you're Alan Rickman, they can conjure one up for you.

Heh heh.  See what I did there?  Severus Snape?  Conjure?

So I didn't bother with food there.  Afraid to be stuck in Lower Manhattan all day, and ending up late for my play at 8pm, I was kind of afraid to explore away from the subway station that looked like it would lead uptown.  A proper map would have been good.  It all looked so intuitive on Google Maps street view, I assumed I'd be able to figure it out.

Another thing I learned was that subway trains sometimes are labeled.   Notice I said sometimes, not always. And a train might be labeled "C", when actually what it is is "C Express".   That means that when you get on the train, hoping to get off at, say, "W. 29th Ave.", you will actually blast right on past W. 29th, and have to get off at W. 72nd or some such thing.  Then you have to find a train going the other way, and hope that it's not also an Express.

I'm pretty sure they do say the name of the train when it stops.  I mean, the drivers make an announcement of some sort, so I assume that's what they're saying, but it's completely unintelligible.

My Flight to New York 2012

Okay, so I just told you all about the play.  Phew!  That was a mouthful!  More detail than you ever wanted, I'm sure.

So, now I'll tell you about my flight.  I chose the red-eye, so I'd be able to get away with only two days in the hotel.  This was not only a cheaper option, but it meant that Alex could take less time off work (having to stay with the kids).  I was a bit worried, because the hotel people could not guarantee that they'd have a room for me before 4 pm, and I'd be arriving at about 9 am.   If I couldn't manage some good sleep on the plane, I'd be out of luck.

I had a bit of a wait at Oakland Airport, because Alex and the boys dropped me off shortly before their bedtime, but boarding didn't start until after 11 pm.  So, being that it was my vacation, I got myself a pint of Blue Moon.

Well, I slept a bit on the plane.  Jet Blue seats don't go back very much at all, but it you wad up your coat on your tray table, you can put your head on your desk like a third grader when the teacher turns out the lights and has everyone shut up and calm down for a bit.  

When we arrived, there was a thick cloud cover, and it was raining, which was not in the forecast.  I used Carmel car service to get to my hotel in Manhattan.  It comes out to be about $60 once you add in bridge toll and tip, but it's worth it, because you can just close your eyes and not worry about anything.  The driver was courteous and quiet.  I asked him if he thought the rain would continue, and he assured me it probably would not.

Once I got to the hotel, they found me a room right away, so I was able to take a nap.  Yay!

A New Trip for 2012

Well! Back when I made this blog last year, it was specifically to talk about that one weekend. Who knew that, thirteen months later, I'd be going again? I'm generally not one to spend huge amounts of money on frivolous things, especially being that I'm not the one earning money around here. But when Alan Rickman is involved, it's pretty much a no-brainer that I will be there, if at all humanly possible. I look at it this way: what if I didn't go? What if Alan Rickman came to the U.S. and starred in a play that ran for three months, and I didn't go? I would have to live the rest of my life with that giant void. The Thing I Didn't Do.

This time the play was "Seminar" by Theresa Rebeck. I really suck at describing plays, movies, and books, but I'll make an attempt. I started to write out the story, but I tend to get the details and timeline screwed up. The main thing with this story is that it's very dependent on the actual dialog and the way it's delivered. Alan's character is Leonard, a washed up novelist turned editor. We learn about his character through the harsh critiques he makes of his four students, who are each paying him $5k for a 10-week writing seminar.

Kate has been working on her novel for six years, because someone with some clout once told her it was "much better than most". Leonard reads the first few lines and tells her it's complete, soul-sucking crap, and that she shouldn't bother with her attempts to help people understand who the narrator is, because nobody gives a shit. He's relentless about this, too, and mentions "this terrible story I recently read" at every turn. This really tears her apart, because she's invested so much time and energy on it, but ultimately she decides that Leonard just doesn't like her writing because she's a rich, white woman. She deals with it by writing something new and different, and saying it's by this guy she knows, who's a cross-dressing Cubano gang member. This works, not only because Leonard gives it a chance, but because it frees her up as a writer.

On the other hand, Leonard really loves Izzy's writing, despite its complete lack of plot or character development. That's because her writing is full of sex, and it turns him on. Here's a little taste of that.
Izzy's no fool, and wastes no time jumping in the sack with Leonard. When Martin, who has a crush on Izzy, learns about this, he doesn't believe it's true. He says, "That would be unethical. And surely Izzy isn't so naive as to think that sleeping with this editor is going to be good for her writing career." Kate points out that perhaps it's Martin who is being naive.

Douglas is a bit of a geek (and well-played by Jerry O'Connell, who was charming and funny after the show). He wears red pants and uses a lot of flowery nonsense phrases like, "the convergence of the interiority and the exteriority", but there is very little substance to what he says or what he writes. After reading a bit of Douglas's story, Leonard tells him he's not without talent, but in his writing he's like a whore. He tells him he'll never be any kind of serious, well-respected writer that way, but would do just fine in Hollywood, because that's the kind of souped up fluff that goes over so well in Hollywood.  "Your writing is good-- in a whorish way."

Martin, being appalled by what he has seen so far, doesn't show Leonard any of his writing during until very late, but it turns out that he had sent a 20 page story to Leonard, through a third party, some time in the past, and also has a few thousand pages that he's never shown anyone at all. Leonard has no memory of having read that story. When someone points out how annoying it is that Leonard seems unable to keep track of anything he reads, or anything about his students (including their names), he points to Izzy and says, "Well excuse me, but that one there has been fucking my brains out for the past two weeks, so you'll forgive me if I don't remember every little detail...." Izzy looks sheepishly away. She has already told Martin that she wasn't sleeping with Leonard, and that lie lead to them having a fling of their own. Martin continues to naively believe Izzy, until later on, when she says tells him it's true.  When he gets on her case for telling a lie, she says, "Well, it wasn't much of a lie. No one believed it until except for you."

It is through Martin that we learn the most about Leonard. He has some good things to say about Martin's writing, and attempts to offer some advice, but Martin's response is "fuck you". He's totally fed up with how obnoxious and abusive Leonard has been, and wants nothing to do with him. At that point he still thinks he's lying about sleeping with Izzy, and he also has learned that Leonard's writing career basically ended when he plagiarized a student's writing. Leonard has a monologue here, where he describes how he sees Martin's future as a writer. He's using such detail that it soon becomes apparent that he's actually telling us his own story.

For the last scene, the walls of Kate's apartment rise up to reveal Leonard's apartment, which is full of books all the way to the ceiling. Leonard quits the seminar before the 10 weeks are up, and Martin comes banging on his door looking for the balance of his money back. He finds Kate walking across the room in nothing but a shirt, asking Leonard if she remembers where her panties are. (They're in the kitchen.) Leonard goes off to take a shower, and Kate tells Martin that Leonard had liked the story she wrote as the cross-dressing Cubano gang member, and had found an editing position for her. Martin still didn't understand how or why she ended up in his apartment, and asks if they've been having sex. She looks at him incredulously and says, "That is a really stupid question. We went so far beyond that it's not even funny." Martin is baffled and appalled, as well as jealous.  He had a crush on Izzy, but he's even more upset about Kate having sex with Leonard "because you have brains". All this time, everyone, especially Kate, has been going on about what a flaming butthole Leonard is. Martin asks, "Why?? How can you...?? With that revolting...?!" She tells him, "because people are complicated. People are complicated, and you'll never be a good writer until you understand that."

She leaves, then Leonard comes out and tells Martin he really missed the boat with Kate, and describes, in  detail, some of the things Kate did to him, which made him see stars. He writes a check for Martin and disappears into the kitchen to make himself a drink. Instead of leaving, Martin sits down at Leonard's desk. He finds some of Leonard's writing, and begins to see that it's actually pretty good. Leonard comes in and tries to snatch it away, but can't. In the end, he gets out a packet of paper which turns out to be Martin's story, which had been sent to him a year or so before. He says, "Here. I did some line editing for you." Martin looks at it and sees that Leonard has actually done a valuable service for him. Leonard basically says, when I look at your writing, I see a lot of what I was like at your age. A big mistake that I made was not letting others see it and critique it, because I was too much of a pussy (a word that is used a lot by Leonard, in describing Martin and his writing, and which drives Martin up the wall). I'm willing to work with you and help you, but I'm going to be a ruthless asshole about it, and it's going to be painful for you. Do you want to continue as you were, keeping your writing hidden (like I've done), or do you want me to work with you?

And that's when the lights dim.

I really enjoyed it. The acting, especially Alan's was very good. Lily Rabe, who plays Kate, looks and sounds just like Kate Mulgrew, which is a little distracting at first, but it's alright.  She had a few good comic moments, and got to give Alan Rickman a quick but passionate kiss.  Which of course is of no particular interest to me, but there it is.  One can only imagine the tedium of having to do that night after night!  But hey,  it's all part of the job, isn't it?  Hettiene Park merely had to submit to having him caress the hair at the back of her neck, which she seemed to tolerate fairly well, all things considered.  The sacrifices these people make for their craft! ;)  Heh heh.   It was worth seeing twice, which I did.

The first night I was way in the back.  The second day I was in the seat I got the instant tickets went on sale.  Unfortunately, not being an American Express Card member (excuuuuuuuuuuse me), I had missed the entire two weeks in which seats were available to them.  So I was thirteen rows back.  That's not bad at all, but at that particular spot in the theater, the acoustics weren't really quite good enough to justify the high price.  Still, I'm glad I went twice, and will always do that for future AR plays.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

My Trip to New York: Introduction

Several months ago, I learned that my favorite actor, Alan Rickman,  would be performing on stage in New York, in Henrik Ibsen's John Gabriel Borkman.



I've seen him in 27 different roles (edit: 31--I had forgotten a few), but had never seen him on stage before, and that's something I really wanted more than just about anything.  And here he was, coming to NY, instead of his usual London.  Come hell or high water, I decided I would be there.  After all, it's only a six hour flight, so how could I not?
On the way back home, I had several hours in the airport, so I wrote down my experience.  It turned out to be quite a lot, so I decided to transcribe it onto a blog, with a bit of editing, and then let everyone read about it. Here it is:


January 17th, 2011

I'm sitting at JFK, having a glass of white wine.  I've never ordered wine at an airport before; it always seemed like an expensive extravagance.  But I've got a few hours to wait, and I thought, why not?  It's a huge glass, too.  I'll have to make it last so I don't get all squiffy.  What a great excuse to sit at the one relatively quiet place in the airport and write a letter!  In the end, this turned out to be pretty long, so I've divided it up into chapters.

Everything you ever wanted to know about one particular weekend in my life, and so much more!