I woke up very excited to see Hamilton. Up and dressed and out the door about fifteen minutes later than I wanted to be, but still on time.
I boarded the train. I have taken this train hundreds of times over the course of my life, so I know which direction to head. The announcement tells me I’m going the opposite direction. I shrug it off.
The next announcement is telling us that we shouldn’t board because the train is out of service. Ummm, we’re already on here.
The announcements finally started making sense and a couple came on with a small dog that looked like Stitch. He had a squeaky toy and happily squeaked the whole trip.
Lunch with my friends was good. They were early. I was on time. The waitress had them order early, so we were served in stages. I truly dislike when that happens.
We arrived at the theater and settled into our seats. I really enjoyed the show. At intermission, I ran to the restroom, and the line was so long that by the time I got back to my seat, the lights were dimming for the second half.
The second half was so much better, I thought. The woman next to me and the woman behind me broke down sobbing, ugly sounding snot and all. Ew.
After the show, I got a pen for donating money to their cause. It said “grab a pen and write.” I love that message, since I’ve noticed how therapeutic writing here is. Yes, I’m aware that there’s no pen used here. I wanted the bag that said “women in the sequel,” but I really didn’t need another bag.
I snuck out the side entrance and headed to the main library. I am still looking for the rest of the Game of Thrones books in the $1 section of the library store. I go back next week, so I’ll look again.
The ride home on the train was uneventful, other than a woman screaming into her cell phone, and then finding out that the woman she was speaking to was on the train with us. She went and spoke very loudly to the woman face to face.
I went home and tackled chores. It’s going to be an early night tonight.