Jon's Knit Blog

A Long but Good Day

It was a good day, but it would have been better had there been time to knit something.

I woke up late (huzzah!) and went out to lunch, after dropping a bunch of stuff off at the dry cleaners (I have another black tie thing on Monday. Will they never cease?). Then I went to lunch at Bond 45. It was good; they treated everyone a bit more like tourists than perhaps they should (I know what profiteroles are. And they had risotto spelled wrong on the menu.) But the food was good, if not great, and the service was very friendly. A good spot to go in the theatre district, particularly if you want to try somewhere you haven't been yet. And yes, the mozzarella tasting is quite fab.

The afternoon was spent in the dark... at The Pillowman, which is a disturbing play. It's about a writer who's being accused of murder because the police have found these cases that are all too similar to a few of his short stories. And the weirdest part? It's a comedy. It has a great cast (mmm, Billy Crudup!) and excellent production values. It's creepy and haunting, but I enjoyed it.

Then I walked 19 blocks uptown and had dinner at one of my favorite places, Picholine. I love this restuarant very much, and the fact that they had soft shell crabs today only helped. And I had a wondrous cocktail called a French Martini. (Grey Goose, Chambord, Pineapple Juice.)

After that? "Faust" at the Met Opera. Not the best opera, but by and large a fantastic cast and a good time. The funny part was that there was a woman sitting a couple seats away from me who was actually wearing a pageant sash. "Miss Massachusetts." The smaller print on the sash informed you that it was from the 1994 Senior America pageant. The woman was overly gung-ho about the opera, too. After the tenor (Roberto Alagna) sang his gorgeous aria, she "Bravo"ed a little bit too early (the violinist wasn't done with his high note), so at intermission, a couple of hard core opera snobs (not me, though I can fall into that category) berated her. She got very defensive and for some reason decided to announce that she was a Holocaust survivor. But then one of the women who was berating her announced that she, too, was a Holocaust survivor, a native of Warsaw. The whole thing was just weird. Although not as weird as René Pape's costume where he had a tail (he was playing Méphistophélès, obviously...). Anyhow, can I just comment on how hot I think Dmitri Hvorostovsky is? OK, that's weird that I'm talking about an opera singer being hot.

So after the opera got out (mind you, it started at 7:30 and ended at 11:20), I decided to walk home (hence the lack of knitting time). I had to stop at Duane Reade (which is sort of like CVS or Walgreen's but only to be found here in NYC as far as I know). I got toilet paper, toothpaste, Listerine, new heads for my electric toothpaste, and a can of diet iced tea. Fun, huh?

As you see, although it was a day of no knitting, it was a nice, solid, long day which was packed full of interesting things, including conversations with my mother and both of my sisters. And as for knitting? Well, as Scarlett O'Hara would say, "Tomorrow is another day."

And it will be the day where I will watch that knitting group episode of "Stacked" which is waiting patiently on my TiVo.