I meet Jill to see a show,‘Til Divorce Do Us Part. Adorning the lobby are poster-size photos of smiling brides and grooms. In all of them, the groom's head is covered up, disguised as some cartoon character, or just x'ed out.
It’s not the kind of theater Jill and I normally go to, but she has free tickets. It’s a cutesy little musical with lots of talent. The audience is mostly women over 50. They love it. At 60 minutes, it would have been fine; at 80 it is just okay. Jill's succinct review, "I had such low expectactions coming here, it was actually better than I thought it would be."
It’s not the kind of theater Jill and I normally go to, but she has free tickets. It’s a cutesy little musical with lots of talent. The audience is mostly women over 50. They love it. At 60 minutes, it would have been fine; at 80 it is just okay. Jill's succinct review, "I had such low expectactions coming here, it was actually better than I thought it would be."
I stop off at the Apple
Store at Grand Central on my way home. I walk up the balcony stairs on my way to the Genius Bar and come across
an unfamiliar sight.
In the midst of people
running for trains, a bride and groom are being photographed. I am standing next to the person shooting
away with an important looking camera.
“Is this for real,” I ask. He
assures me it is.
The reason I’m even here is
that the flash on my camera isn’t working, thus the less-than stellar photo.
I later find out, through
one of the geniuses, I had the flash set on Auto, and not On, as it should have
been.
When I come back, the bride
and groom are gone. No chance for a better picture now.
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