After the matinee, I headed on up to Lincoln Center to meet up with my friend, Jeff, for dinner. We were going to go to the New York Philharmonic tonight, but by the time we got to the box office, it turned out there were barely any tickets left, and the ones that were available, were singles in the far reaches of Avery Fisher Hall. So, we passed on the Phil, which turned out to be a good thing, since Jeff got a call from the hospital about a patient (he's a doctor), and Phil called me since his evening plans changed due to a friend's flight getting delayed by a couple of hours. So, Jeff headed to the hospital, and I headed back to Times Square.