We went to see Anastasia on the stage. I took the train, as usual. On the way, I met a woman with an Irish setter. I was chit chatting with her and a tiny dog came down the street, but wouldn’t pass us because she was afraid of the Irish setter, who was perfectly behaved, but big. The small dog’s owner picked up her dog and walked past us, apologizing that her dog was a little nervous about the big dog. Right after they passed, an Irish Wolfhound walked out of the vet’s office. Holy Moly! I’d never seen one up close, and I didn’t realize how large they were. My train arrived and I went on my way to meet my friends.
We decided to have lunch first. We chose a restaurant on Mint Street, which is where the old mint was located.
The restaurant was wonderful! Quiet. Next door to a branch of the credit union where I had my first job.
We went to see the Robin Williams mural. I was a little disappointed to see that there was so much graffiti on it.
The show was good. The first half was a little slow, and I didn’t feel that it needed to be a musical. I had read too much about the true story of Anastasia so the fiction part of this was a tad hard on my brain. The story was good, though.