Good morning, all! While I dreamed of writing music, it seems all hell was breaking loose.
DRCharles Pogue, I'm sorry about your accident, but it's good to know there were no injuries. At least your cause of the accident was insured; it seems as if every article I read about an accident on the East Coast deals with either an uninsured driver or a revoked license. So, outside of that, Mrs Lincoln, how was the play?
DRMBarnum, I hope you survived the treacherous terrain for the snows of next year.
DRSWoodyWhite, your post on shopping with the grandlads got me thinking about New York shoppers with their double strollers, too many fertility drugs in New York, and how obnoxious most young parents can be on the Upper West Side when they see their children on the weekends, since the nannies - most of whom are unprepared to be one - are the only parents the kids see during the week. That's a whole rant unto itself for another time!
Late night places? Well, New York never closes, so there's always a diner in nearly every neighborhood open all night. The market on the corner of 82nd and Amsterdam, about two doors from my apartment, is open until 2 am, so there's always a possible late-night fix. These days, if I have to work all night on a project, I stock up around 7 pm for the loong haul.
When I was in school, at Miami U in Oxford, OH, the bars' kitchens closed at 11 or 12, so you could grab some food after a show, but if you were working late on a crew your only hope was Beasley's Bakery. The bakers came in around 4 am, and the Miami University theatre crews used to hit Beasley's around 4:30 am for day-old pastry and milk or juice from the coolers. We had to come in through the back door where the morning bread and other items were baking, choose our day-old goodies and pay for them, and we were allowed to sit at a table in their dining area for as long as we wanted. I don't believe we ever stayed beyond 5:30, and my memory is they opened for business between 6:30 and 7 am. I don't believe Beasley's exists any more, but it was one of my favorite places during grad school, 1968-1970.