Sheep Shots

Well, there should have been!

Yesterday, we (the other half, about 45 acquaintences and I) bundled up and took a bus to New York City for a whirlwind visit to see the lights and enjoy the show at Radio City.




I'm here to tell you that the day got off to a nightmarish start when 2 of the folks who signed up were not there when the bus pulled out at 8. But they called one of our traveling companions when we were already well on the road, so we waited at a rest stop outside of Easton (I think) for them to catch up, then we were on our merry way.

Some thoughts on taking bus trips with large numbers of strangers to whom you are somehow related (these were the other half's co-worker's students, mostly):

1) You can't really complain too loudly. It will come back to bite you.
2) Students (i.e. 18-22 year olds) dress really inappropriately a lot of the time.
3) They can be extremely obnoxious, too.
4) Those that wear fragrances, often wear too much.
5) They seem to think that any trip 5 miles from home is an occasion to drink to excess.

Okay. enough of that rant!

The show.

Ahh, the show!

The Rockettes still rock! And the show itself is essentially unchanged except that the music has been updated somewhat and the feature length movie (I'm remembering the 1961 version of Babes In Toyland playing the last time I was there) has been replaced by an awesome 10-minute 3-D short (complete with glasses so the effect is there). way cool!

However (you knew it was coming, didn't you?) the audience was, without a doubt, the most boorish that I have ever had the experience to, well, experience.

We were in the "cheap seats" (2nd Mezz) by New York theater standards. But why, I ask, would anyone pay $36 per seat to talk through the entire performance? To companions. And on cell phones.

A couple came in 30 minutes late. And stood in the aisle, blocking the view of all those nearby. Someone else decided to stand up halfway through, blocking the view of everyone behind him. When one of our party asked him to sit, he responded that the complainer should stand!

Un-freakin'-believable!

The section we were in was packed with little kids. They were better behaved than the adults!

But we saw Saint Patrick's and we drooled at Saks. And someone else did the driving (and parking) and we were home again by 8:30.

Oh, and the people who were late getting to the bus? They crossed 6 lanes of interstate highway on foot in the dark to get back to their car. I couldn't watch!