I pride myself on knowing the city well. Even the subway system isn't a mystery to me. But still, after all these years, whenever I go downtown (West Village and Greenwich Village specifically), I have no idea how to get anywhere.
I'll exit the subway, look around, and then have to ask someone (usually more than one) how to get to Bleeker, or MacDougal, or some other unnumbered street. This happens to me tonight. Again.
I am going to see Harry Clarke...
the play I was supposed to see with Stephanie but missed when I had that Verizon fiasco a few weeks ago.
I stop someone on the street to ask where some named street is and she smiles and says, "Sorry. Can't help help you. I'm a tourist too."
I want to tell her that no, I'm not a tourist. I live her. I know the city. This is my home. I just get lost in this neighborhood. But I just smile and thank her anyway.
I don't like being taken for a tourist!
I arrive at the theater solo. It's another thing I love about NY. Being anonymous is fine. I am not uncomfortable sitting in a theater with no one I know sitting next to me.
Billy Crudup is spectacular. He assumes many different characters and is believable in all of them. The story is not as strong as the acting, but it's still a great 90-minutes of theater.
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