When Ben heard about The Last Starfighter the Musical at Storm Theater he knew he just couldn’t miss it. He talked me into using Jet Blue, an airline I’ve come to love, and said we shouldn’t bother with a hotel.
So we left Denver Saturday morning at 1 am and arrived in New York at 6 am. We hopped on the subway and had breakfast at Tom’s Diner. You can see the famous “Restaurant” sign between us.
We took a long walk through central park. I went shopping at one of my favorite stores, H&M, near Rockafeller square. Then we strolled over to Times Square to locate the theater. We happened upon a fantastic pizza place. Mmmm, New York pizza. Ain’t nothing like it. Unfortnately, my appetite was so out of whack from our weird schedule that I couldn’t eat nearly as much as I would have liked.
The musical was…cheesy. Ben enjoyed it immensly. I found it funny at times. I hated the movie it’s based on, what can I say? Besides, the musical wasn’t the reason I came along. I came for the adventure.
The last item on our agenda was an egg cream. Not to hard to find one, even in the rain. I think the place was called West Side diner. Strange how all the diner-type restaurants have the same menu with the same cantalope and cottage cheese dish, and a bored girl sitting at a cash register up front.
After an exhausting flight home, we collapsed in bed aroudn midnight Saturday night. Although it was thoroughly awesome, I don’t think I’ll be making another trip like that anytime soon.