Instead of telling you about my day, which was boring but fine, I’m going to tell you about my vacation, which was obviously a lot more interesting (still tell me about your day in the comments!). I went to NYC with some friends because we snagged Hamilton tickets nine months ago, and were patiently waiting until August 19th, when our Hamilton baby would be born.
First of all, I have to say that if you don’t have friends who will make you novelty shirts and trip itineraries so beautiful they should be framed, well, my condolences.
After my ridiculously long train ride, I walked to our hotel, which I recommend–it was clean, comfortable, and VERY quiet considering that it A) seemed full, based on all the lobby activity and B) is literally two blocks from Times Square.
On Wednesday night, we had a delicious dinner and then puttered around Times Square, which was Times Square-y (bright and loud and full of naked weirdos). Then on Tuesday, the Hamiltrip truly began.
First, we went to Central Park because none of the museums were open yet.
I climbed a rock.
Then we went to the Historical Society, and saw a lot of neat/creepy stuff, like George Washington’s chair and Aaron Burr’s death mask:
Then we went to the Federal Reserve on Wall Street, and Trinity Church to look at graves like a bunch of goth nerds:
I put pennies on both Eliza Hamilton’s and Hercules Mulligan’s graves, so as not to offend their ghosts.
This was the best part of Trinity Church, though:
Philip stood nearby.
THEN (this was a long day) we went to Battery Park, where I rode in a Sea Glass Carousel and took this panorama that is almost perfect, thanks for nothing, lady in the foreground who moved:
I also saw the Statue of Liberty from a great distance, and you already know what it looks like so let’s move on.
We had dinner at Fraunces Tavern, where ol’ G. Wash liked to hang, and saw one of his teeth and a lock of his hair. The short rib ravioli was delicious.
And finally, we went for ice cream in Greenwich Village and saw the Stonewall Inn and memorial.
The next morning, I took a walk down 5th Avenue and had Rockefeller Center entirely to myself, but alas, Tina Fey did not appear.
I also passed the American Girl store of Rich and Caity fame, but forgot to take a picture. I did take many pictures of St. Patrick’s, which is a little scary-looking, like a giant, lurking Pokemon.
That thing comes alive and stalks the streets at night. I’m just saying.
After breakfast at the Kellogg’s cafe (which was honestly wonderful), we visited the Grange, Hamilton’s house in Harlem. My pictures of that didn’t really turn out, but it’s a lovely site and the tour was very good. Then we went to Morris Jumel mansion, which was also lovely and also very poorly photographed by me. The important thing, though, is that I bought a bottle of George Washington’s cologne there and it smells amazing.
And then…it was time.
Our seats were SO GOOD and the show was SO GOOD and really, I don’t even know what to say about it. It was awesome. I’m sad I’m not watching it again right now. Go see Hamilton. (I will say, however, that while very beautiful, the Richard Rogers Theatre is small and ill-equipped to handle a stampede to the women’s restrooms during intermission. The line snaked all the way back into the stage area itself. I made it, though, thank goodness, because if dashing to the bathroom were an Olympic sport, I would be your champion.)
Saturday morning, we packed up and I walked back to Penn Station, admiring the view:
…of Hooters. And other stuff I guess.
Also I saw three Toynbee tiles. The end.