Friday morning, we hit the road at the "ass crack of dawn", as Sue would say, and by crack, we do mean that t

Our first stop the hostel that Rob and I were staying at Jazz on Lenox at 128th and Lenox, which is basically in "deepest darkest" Harlem. I know, I know, most people are thinking we're nuts to be staying there, but really, it's a great area. It was clean and friendly, and it's a place that's got such history. Imagine, we were around the corner from the Appollo theatre. Luckily the place seem safe and clean, and we were all set. Then we dropped off Sue in Morningside Heights to stay with her friends and we got dressed there for an evening out. Now, this was also an adventure. Really we spent more time being cranky girls in heels in the rain than sociable at the club. This is because it turn out that the street we were on was quite long, and to get to our intersection was too far to walk. No cabs were coming, and we didn't know what subway stop to hit and ended up walking in and out of the subway about 5 times. Gah! Finally we got to our destination, met Lisa's friends, and had a drink (which I couldn't finish as I was falling asleep - this was hour 20 of being awake!) Eventually we left, made it home safe and crawled into bed.
The next morning, Rob and I decided to have breakfast together before I headed out to meet my friend Andrei for the day. We picked one from his book, it was reasonably close (83rd and Broadway), and it was the same place where Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks meet in You've Got Mail. Very cool. The breakfast turned out to be AMAZING! I'm still dreaming ab

Later on in the afternoon, Andrei went on his way to see his friend, and I ventured on the subway to me

After dinner, despite the cold, Sue, Rob and I decided to tough out the walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was so windy that it almost felt like we were going to blow off, but it was definately worth it! The view is very cool, especially at night. And were weren't even the only ones trying to cross. I can't believe we made it! Check out some pics:



Sunday, my birthday, was packed with church, brunch at a great place called Chumley's in The Village, and then lots and lots of walking. We headed to SoHo, NoHo, The Village - everywhere. It was awesome. I got myself a great pair of boots (I've been looking for some new black ones) and also a necklace from a vendor on the street. After a brief rest, Sue, Rob and I headed to the main event of the day: Evil Dead the Musical. Wow - now that was a crazy experience. I started out working with Chris Bond about 5 years ago on Pirates of Penzance for QMT, and now him and some other boys that I know have written their own musical and landed on Broadway. Really. Although it wasn't necessarily their taste, both Rob and Sue made the best of their first Broadway experience and they got to meet Chris, George and Frank (director, librettist and composer respectively). Then it was dinner and home. Special props goes out to George "Tough Guy Tequila" Rienblatt for stopping by to help me celebrate my 25th.
Monday, our last day, was a nice day for all of us to get out and do our own thing. We had breakfast together and then we split off to get a few things done. I wanted to expl

Happy Birthday to me!
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