"Wanna know painful? Sitting front row at The Perfect Crime...so don't give me no sass."

Warning! Warning. The below is a mere glimpse of all the pictures to come. I will be very impressed if you stay with me, here!
So...why, you ask? Why do I have so many pictures? What have I been up to lately? Well, I'm glad you asked! I've just been doing...

...the usual. Getting two hours of sleep and then taking a 5:37 train into the city, attempting to see Shakespeare in the Park but then getting there and seeing that the 22nd person in line has been waiting there since 9:00 last night, asking eating blueberries on rocks, talking to random strangers, going to tkts, Katherine calling me a creeper more times than I can count for taking pictures of people I found interesting (aka everyone), accidentally going to Harlem due to Katherine's navigation, going to find the Met and failing, seeing the most beautiful couple in the world, deciding to take a visit to the Museum of Natural History instead and then leaving a couple of minutes after because we were to cheap to pay admission, going to see a truly terrible play that came highly recommended, going to dinner at Ellen's Stardust Diner where the waiters/waitresses sing because they haven't made it on Broadway...yet, going to the Upper East Side, going to Little Italy, eating gelato, talking to really adorable Italian guys, going back to Grand Central, getting on a train, going home, and sleeping until 2:30 the next afternoon and only waking up because my mom came in asking if i knew what time it was. Like I said, the usual.

We saw the Twelfth Night poster out the window on the train and saw it as a good omen.

We decided to walk the distance from Grand Central to Central Park. Of course we ended up on the East Side and had to walk a mile and a half through the park to get to the actual line, but what did it matter? It was just the day for a lovely (albeit pretty long) walk.

One of the first of the many dog walking sightings! Sarah, the biggest fan of dogs I have ever met, was a little disappointed that none of the owners asked her if she wanted to pet their dogs when we walked by.

And alas, we arrived! Unfortunately, so had half the city...

I saw this guy and found him interesting with his awesome sunglasses and book, so I started taking some undercover pictures. This was before he realized...

...this was when he realized and started covering his face with his book...

...when we realized that HE realized.

Everyone slept over with mattresses and sleeping bags. We didn't have a prayer of getting tickets.

Admitting defeat, we ate a breakfast of fruit and chocolate covered fruit on the rocks.

Our shaggy friend came to say hi.

The subway became our new best friend...

HARRY POTTAH!!!!! Which by the way, I totally saw at midnight and thought was pretty great. Definitely the best of the ones with Michael Gambon. AHH. I was a big fan.

These girls were so sweet! And I loved them and their friend's outfits.

We went to Times Square to see what we could get cheap ticket wise at tkts.

In black and white:

I didn't get them. :(

"Love at first bite." They just didn't know it.

The most beautiful couple ever!

It reminded me of a poem:

Boulevard Du Montparnasse

Mary Jo Salter

Once, in a doorway in Paris, I saw

the most beautiful couple in the world.

They were each the single most beautiful thing in the world.

She would have been sixteen, perhaps; he twenty.

Their skin was the same shade of black: like a shiny Steinway.

And they stood there like the four-legged instrument

of a passion so grand one could barely imagine them

ever working, or eating, or reading a magazine.

Even they could hardly believe it.

Her hands gripped his belt loops, as they found each other's eyes,

because beauty like this must be held onto,

could easily run away on the power

of his long, lean thighs; or the tiny feet of her laughter.

I thought: now I will write a poem,

set in a doorway on the Boulevard du Montparnasse,

in which the brutishness of time

rates only a mention; I will say simply

that if either one should ever love another,

a greater beauty shall not be the cause.

After trying to find the Met and then realizing it was on the other side of Central Park, we decided to get back on the subway and head back to Times Sqaure. But then we saw the sign and thought...well, why not? At least, it's free.

Yeah...free? Not so much. And we didn't have enough time to get our money's worth. However, Sarah did spot this foursome who we thought could have easily been a British band, so she told me to take a picture, just in case they hit their fame some day.

We went to tkts before or picnic lunch and got tickets to a show three people had HIGHLY recommended. It was cheap, so we thought why not?...by the time we left, it was more like WHY. WHY. WHY??? At first we were super excited because we had front row seats, then we realized there was a reason that the theater was only about 1/3 filled.

The highlight of the show was probably before when Sarah and I raced up the stairs to beat Chris and Katherine on the elevator.

After we went to this diner,

where the waiters and waitresses sing between waiting the tables.

Yeah, we took the subway a lot. I love the subway. So many interesting people to see.

We went to the Upper East Side to do some shopping...but we didn't want to test Chris's patience too much, so we only got to one store.

We had to wait outside the subway because we went to the wrong subway station and used our passes too quickly in succession.

I was distressed, clearly.

My new dream apartment!

Studious Katherine in Little Italy.

We snagged a picture before the hot Italian guy come over. I hastily put my camera away, but he smiled and said we could do whatever we wanted...swoon.

Raspberry and pistachio! Delicious.
Outfit details:

Forever 21 skirt, Urban Behavior top, Forever 21 necklace, Laila Rowe bracelet, ring made in Girl Scouts way back when

And finally, back to Grand Central! It felt like being home.

Thanks for staying with me through all of this!

xxxx, more soon, especially about Harry Potter...

Sylvia