Hair, There, and Everywhere

Today was a lazy day. We did some laundry, sat around and read the paper, ate bagels and played with the cats.

We had tickets to Hair. We got there and even though we had tickets, we had to stand in a really long line, simply because we were early. Unfortunately, after we had stood in this line for about 10 minutes, I decided to get the tickets out and realized I had left them at the apartment.

I tried calling Martha, but in a comedy of errors, she couldn't find a working phone to pick up. By then I had made my way up to the ticket window, and fortunately, since I had bought them with a credit card, they were in the computer and they gave me another pair. I think I would have had just enough time to go home and get them, and get back, but I would have had to be very lucky with trains, etc.

I thought the show was okay, and I liked the four songs I knew, but the rest of it just seemed like a lot of the same thing. I had a pretty open mind about this one, but I'm afraid the real fact of the matter is, I just don't care that much for musicals.

Martha is having a little party for her students tomorrow night, so we'll join them for that. We may take a little trip up the Hudson to see John D. Rockefeller's house -- if we get up early enough to do it and be back. If not, we'll probably go to MOMA -- the only museum in the world that is open on Monday.

Sorry there are no pictures today.