Today was awesome. It’s been way too long since I saw a Broadway show and today that was remedied. Two friends and I headed into the city to see Bridges of Madison County. We hit a few snags when the show was almost sold out (seriously?!), but three tickets were eventually procured, though not all together.
We spent a little while walking around the city and grabbed lunch at Cosi, a personal favorite for a quick, healthy lunch. We passed by a few other shows and let me tell you, you could not get near If/Then. I’ve been an Idina Menzel fan since her Rent days, but I’ve never seen lines like I saw today. I think she owes John Travolta a bit!
I’ve never read the book or seen the movie, so I went into the show without any expectations. I actually expected it to be hokey and melodramatic (not “rapturous”, as the ads say), but there aren’t many musicals I pass on seeing so I expected a fun day out. When we walked into the theater I was a bit worried, seeing as we were the youngest people there. No lie, everyone else was retired. I’m pretty sure a good number of them retired before the movie was released….
There were some uncomfortable conversations with the audience members around us, especially the women who told us we needed to read the “juicy” book, which was “the 50 Shades of thirty years ago!”. Oh boy…
The musical, though? Absolutely stunning. It’s intimate, passionate, lush, and beautiful. I loved Steven Pasquale on Rescue Me but had no idea he has such a great voice! And as expected, Kelli O’Hara was just perfection. This is her show, through and through, and she is on-stage almost the entire length of the musical.
It’s not a traditional musical; there’s no dancing, very little action, and the cast is small. But it’s character-driven and the music is some of the best I’ve heard in years. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house when it ended and I know I will be buying the cast recording when it comes out. At one point I leaned over and said to my friend, “I’m way more invested in this than I ever expected to be!” Kelli O’Hara and Steven Pasquale make sure that you fall in love with their characters and they break your heart in the process.
When the show ended, we were wiped out. Emotionally, it’s completely draining. Needless to say, we needed milkshakes from Shake Shack to recover! But now I can’t stop listening to the demos (here) on repeat. So gorgeous!
This morning I woke up and drove to Livingston, about an hour and a half north of me (with traffic) for an amazing workshop offered by the lovely folks at Heinemann. I spent the entire day leaning from Smokey Daniels and it was, without a doubt, one of the best workshops I’ve ever attended.
The only issue came when they released us for lunch.
I’m not a North Jersey gal. It’s too crowded for me, with the negative parts of living in the suburbs and the negative parts of living in the city. It’s too crowded and there’s too much traffic. As a result, I wasn’t familiar with the area when it came time for lunch.
I hopped in the car and figured that I would stay on the highway for a few minutes until I found someplace that offered lunch. Then I remembered that it’s Friday. And it’s Lent. For those of you who aren’t Catholic, that means I can’t eat meat today.
Suddenly, finding lunch became a bit more difficult. I drove for about 15 minutes and I swear I’ve never seen so many burger joints on a short stretch of road! Smashburger, 5 Guys, McDonalds, Wendy’s, and a few others littered the shopping malls that lined the side of the highway. And I’ve never felt the urge to grab a burger as strongly as I did today.
But I held on.
I stopped at Marshalls, thinking I could hold off on lunch until I got home if I spent a bit of time shopping. Nope. Fifteen minutes later I was still hungry and I didn’t find anything interesting at the store.
Back in the car. More driving. More traffic. More burger joints.
Then I saw it. A glimmer of hope. A restaurant that might have a vegetarian or non-meat based meal.
I’m not a huge Baja Fresh fan, but I pulled in and crossed my fingers. They must have a salad, right? And their list of ingredients would certainly include avocado, which would fill me up. But as I scanned the menu I saw a lot of meat. And the salads were all bean-based, which is a problem, seeing as I don’t like beans.
So I decided to experiment.
Yup. I had my first fish taco today. And it was delicious.
I decided to try the wahoo taco. Made with ono (a Hawaiian fish, I learned, courtesy of Wikipedia), avocado, pico de gallo, and shredded cabbage, I was hoping it would fill me up. And just in case it didn’t I added a side of chips and salsa.
I admit, I was a little leery of eating a fish taco from a fast food giant. I’m very careful when it comes to fish. But when my taco came out, I was pleasantly surprised. I unrolled the aluminum foil and was struck by how delicious my lunch looked!
The avocados were fresh and smooth and the pico de gallo was just right. But the best part was the wahoo. Never having had that particular type of fish before, I was thrilled with how delicious it was.
Disaster averted. Lenten dilemma solved. And I wasn’t even hungry afterwards!
This is how I spend many nights. After everything is done for the day (including our last walk), I sit on one side of the couch, Chris gets comfortable on the other side, and the dogs fill in around us while we watch TV. Last night we finished season 2 of House of Cards so tonight we’re catching up on some DVRed shows from earlier in the week. Bailey was laying near my feet and eventually ended up putting her head on my ankles and falling asleep.
He likes to curl up as close to me as possible. That usually means standing in front of the couch and whining until I realize what he is asking for. At that point I squish myself into the couch so he can jump up and curl up on the edge of the couch. The nice thing is that during this cold weather he keeps me warm. But he is not good at sharing! He takes up way more space than you would think he would and he frequently readjusts his position.
It’s a good thing I like him.
Today was one of those days.
You know. Those days. Like Alexander’s day.
A no-good, horrible, very bad day.
It was aggravating and frustrating. I spent too long on the phone and too little time doing things around the house. I didn’t get to read. There was a lot going on at school over the past 24 hours.
But now I will relax. The leftovers are packed away, the dogs are tired, and I’m ready to read a book.
If you need me, I’ll be hiding.
Happy Fat Tuesday! I actually forgot that it was Fat Tuesday (probably because I spent all day thinking it was Wednesday) until I was getting ready for dinner. I couldn’t think of anything to make for dinner and then I remembered that it’s traditional to eat pancakes on Fat Tuesday. DONE! Who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner? I could practically taste the bacon already.
I decided I wanted something a little more interesting than pancakes and I had a loaf of French bread to use up, so I started googling. Within minutes I was on the Pioneer Woman’s blog, an old standby for me, and discovered her recipe for Baked French Toast. The photos left my mouth watering, so I began to scan the ingredients. Yes! All of them were in my cabinet and refrigerator.
Mixing, slicing, cubing. I placed the bread pieces in the casserole dish and added the topping. Into the oven it went and I crossed my fingers it would taste good. There seemed to be an awful lot of liquid and I feared the end result would be a soggy mess. But I closed the oven and enjoyed the sweet scent that took over house.
An hour later, I had the most amazing dinner (complete with leftovers for breakfast tomorrow). The baked French toast melted in your mouth and the cinnamon added a nice dose of sweetness. The brown sugar and butter crust was divine. The egg mixture soaked into the broad just like it was supposed to. A little bit of maple syrup and some whipped cream topped off the meal. Perfect for Fat Tuesday!
There are certain routines we follow in our house. Most of them are self-imposed by the humans. But a few? Those were decided by the suspects below:
Sure, they look sweet and innocent. ”But they can’t talk! And they aren’t as smart as humans!” you might be thinking. If that’s the case, you probably aren’t a dog owner. Because these two have the humans of the house completely trained.
See, we feed the dogs dinner around 6:30pm. Usually, though, it’s just that- around 6:30pm. It’s convenient for us because the dogs are otherwise occupied while we are eating. But our dinnertime varies depending on when I get home, when Chris gets home, and what I’m making for dinner. But Dublin knows when it’s 6:30pm. And as soon as the clock hits 6:31pm he is standing in front of me, barking. He will even herd Chris or me into the room where the dog food is kept, as if he is reminding us that we have to feed him and Bailey.
“Feed me, human! You are one minute late!”
But that’s not the only nightly routine the dogs have decided. Chris and I walk the dogs every night after dinner. It settles the dogs down for the night and gets us another nice walk. The time varies but we rarely miss the evening walk. The dogs don’t remind us about this very often, though Dublin or Bailey will sometimes let us know they need to go out to the bathroom. This one is a human routine.
After the walk it’s usually time to relax. I freeze Kongs for the dogs to have a few nights each week (smart dogs need to work for their food so they get tired!) and we supplement with bully sticks and other chews. At some point, both of them realized that the night went like this: dinner, nap, walk, TREATANDCHEWYTIME!
As soon as we walk back in from our walk, the dogs herd me towards the closet or the freezer. They want their treats! And if Chris or I dare to take a moment to take off our shoes? Oh no. Not happening. We get herded into the kitchen!
Like clockwork, the routine happened tonight. The dogs have had their bully sticks and are now napping, content on the couch. Saturday night they didn’t get a treat, because I am trying to teach them that there is no routine (so they stop bossing us around and expecting a treat every night). But tonight? They got their frozen Kongs and they are satisfied.