CONCERT IN NEW YORK CITY
|This is not my college fraternity pal Craig "Stanley" Bluin...but could be his doppelganger.|
Got nothing to do with this post though.
Mrs. C got me to go to a concert on Tuesday. I don’t like concerts. Mrs. C loves concerts. I have learned to make an occasional concession. This concert was in NYC at the Beacon Theater. The theater alone was worth the visit; it is unbelievably ornate.
|Above the stage|
The concert was with Steven Demetre Georgiou…do I hear crickets? How about Yusuf Islam? Some of you know; he was formally known as and is back again as, Cat Stevens.
|Ceiling...would not want to be seated underneath this|
I can’t say as I am Cat Steven's biggest fan, but I do like him a lot and wanted to see him perform live. I probably only know five of his songs, but he has written many more. He is an excellent guitar player, and I have learned to play the five songs I know on guitar. I don’t play quite as well as Cat…my singing is even worse.
|Exit stage left|
Anyway, the concert started at 8:00. Mrs. C wanted to take the train in and take it back after the show. I hate the train from NYC late at night. There are always sketchy people at that time of night, usually annoying drunk Met or Yankee fans. Also I just dislike ending a nice day at a show with a two-hour commute home late at night.
|Exit stage right|
I suggested we get a hotel room. We could get into the city early, check in, relax, have a nice dinner in town and then have plenty of time to get to the theater. After the show a comfortable room would await us, and the trip home the next day would be nice and relaxed.
Sounds good right?
Without spending a total fortune Mrs. C got a room for half a fortune at a hotel 40 streets and an avenue or three from the theater. No problem, we still would have plenty of time.
Except we booked the hotel before we knew we would start renovation on our guest bathroom. We wanted to leave for the hotel by noon. The contractors tied us up and we did not leave until 4:00.
A relaxed trip with plenty of time to check in, change clothes and have a nice dinner at a nice restaurant turned into a flat out race.
Local train to the city got in at 5:20.
Waiting for a taxi at the station, 15 minutes.
Taxi to hotel about ten blocks 25 minutes.
Check in and change, it was 6:15…no time for a nice relaxing dinner.
Subway to the theater was a real challenge. Mrs. C was never a NYC commuter or subway expert, but man can she read a map and she downloaded a map for the subway.
We walked two blocks up to Park Avenue and took the E train uptown to 52nd Street, took the 3 train to 42nd Street, the 6 train to 72nd Street and walked to the theater on 74th Street.
It was now 7:15, show starts at 8:00. We had enough time for a slice of pizza, which in NYC was easy to find, there were several choices within a block.
At least it was a great show. Cat Stevens still has that special voice and guitar style.
|Still not Stanley, this is Cat Stevens on stage. |
The way you can tell is Stanley can't play guitar for shit...
Cat is pretty good.
The next morning, we enjoyed breakfast at a nearby diner and took a cab to the train station. We caught a train home without a long wait and I finally felt relaxed.
Here is where people (the Cranky’s) can be funny.
Tickets to the show cost…I don’t even want to say…they were damn expensive. The round trip train cost $42. The taxi to the hotel cost $20. The hotel cost… I don’t even want to say…it was damn expensive. The taxi back to the train was $10 (less traffic). On the train home Mrs. C kept checking the time.
“Why are you checking the time, there is no longer any hurry.”
“Parking at the station is $7 for a 20 hour stay, after that it is $9 for a full day. We need to get to the car by 11:57 or it will cost an extra $2."
The train got us to the station at 11:52. We ran to the parking lot and got there at 11:56. We saved $2.