Then it was, Now it is...

Metro North->subway->walk->Met->walk->Imperial Theater (Billy Eliot)->taxi->Hotel Riverside Studios->(food/back to hotel)->subway->PennStation- Amtrack->Rhinecliff-> Angela's Car (thank you!)->dorm (essay writing)->Smog->dorm (hot chocolate)

This weekend I went to NYC.
Metropolitan Museum of Art for my art history class (a lot of will power went into not getting distracted by all the other art that was there).
I walked to see Billy Eliot with my Moscow relatives (Mother's brother and his family). I didn't see them before the show, unfortunately. And unsurprisingly, everybody was too jet-lagged for conversation, and after the show I was tired as well. But at least I saw them :)
The show was good, though it has about 500 endings. I liked the kid who played Billy,
first off: okay, kids clearly are practicing like crazy at such a young age...so I looked him up.
http://www.playbill.com/features/article/140414-Understanding-Broadway-The-Replacement
http://www.broadway.com/shows/billy-elliot/buzz/153133/billy-elliots-jacob-clemente-on-living-his-dream-role-at-13/
Also, he comes from a mining family, so really, he is Billy.
2nd: gah...I'm 18 and haven't done anything. -.-

I stayed the night in a sufficiently sketchy hotel. I had to go through three doors to get to the elevator (the type that you had to open the door to get into it, but the actual elevator part didn't stop so...stairs) and the tiling was all misaligned. My room was about half the size of my dorm room, and it had a sink in it. There was a bathroom to either side of me, the drain was crooked and the paint was pealing off of the wooden toilet seat.
It was great. In the morning I went desperately scrounging for food, since I didn't eat much at all on Saturday (to the extent that I dreamt about food) and then realized that my key had the wrong address on it, but was saved by my uncle who had the correct address.
But the lady at the front desk was nice and gave me clear instructions as to how to get to Penn Station, though of course I took the subway in the wrong direction the first time around, I always do that. I love how the subway is like human tetris, and I helped a lady carry a baby carriage with her kid in it down the stairs to get to the actual Amtrack/everything else station, bought my ticket, and talked to Yulka until my train started boarding.
Angela Hannah and Rosette picked me up from the station, though I had originally planned to walk (but that would have taken like...two and a half hours. Plus my backpack, plus tiredness, plus work plus it gets dark early).

Margaret, her friend Jen and I went to Smog, because the surrealist training circus (Bard Club) was going to perform, but we didn't find them. We came too early so we waited at Stargon for a bit, shivering and admiring the stars.
Then we went back and at first the music was just loud, we stood outside until the bands were switching, so we went inside to warm up. Outside and inside the garage was the usual mixture of drunk people and smoke, with characters like Edward Spoon hands and The Girl with Blue Hair who wanted people to buy their way to her keg in the woods, Batman and Robin and neon. Straight girls making out and smoke coming out from the garage door when it got opened. Titus Andronicus started playing (much better than whatever was going on before) and the crowd got energized, cramming in tight and random couples making out (straight girls and people that don't know each-other), Josh playing an elaborate joke by pretending that he didn't know Margaret or anything about her, girls contemplating 'taking it slow' on drinking when they already stank of alcohol, some girl sensually touching my arm and people bumping into each other and the...moshpity part of the garage growing larger. The singer hung upside down from the metal poles on the ceiling (rafters? sorta.) for the last song and then we left.

Hot chocolate made from dark chocolate and milk and powder, to warm up our feet from the numb state that they were at.

Just came back from playing piano at Blum. I'm glad Hannah asked me to go. Dinner soon?