DAY 2: Christopher Walken and the suitcase full of hands

It has been snowing lots in New York. Snow = slippery. Slippery means I have been wearing my hiking boots everywhere now.
On Tuesday morning I met Alice and shopped around a bit in, I think, the Greenwich Village area. Alice also walked my by NYU and Washington Square Park.


Very pretty. She left me sending me down Bleeker street after a saleman at Urban Outfitters informed me that the day before he rang up Darryl Hannah. I went off looking for Murray's Cheese Shop and only got a really wet and cold face and a wet foot from one of those disguised puddles right by the sidewalk. I never found the cheese shop and instead just took the subway back to Katey's area and got a panini with Julia in the cafe downstairs.
Next I watched the Bachelor which Katey recorded for me. Can't believe Vienna is still on that show! That's all I need to say about that.
I headed down to Times Square at about 5pm on the subway. I finally popped up at the street level at about 40th and 8th and didn't really know where I was. Started wandering and wandered straight into the tourist trap of a lifetime. Right into the Mecca of tourist NYC. Flashing lights were everywhere. It was hard to not just keep looking up.



Katey somehow found me right there on 42nd street by the Mary Poppin's sign and we headed away from the craziness of Broadway and found some Thai food at Yum Yum Thai.
Next up was the Shoenfield Theatre for A Behanding in Spokane. Everytime Katey and I heard the word Spokane we got excited. We were up in the balcony but you could still see pretty dang well.



Christopher Walken is just how you would imagine him but with long hair. He is poised but understated. Sam Rockwell was better than I imagined and stole the show with a monologue he gave in front of the curtain about wanting to save monkeys in zoos. The writing was typical McDonaugh. Very dry, raw, dark humor. At one point a suitcase opens and a pile of hands falls out of it. At one point Sam Rockwell was throwing these hands at another actor. Everything was brilliantly interconnected. It was a tight script that ran under 90 minutes with no intermission. Thank you Martin McDonaugh. Too bad those hillbillies in Spokane, Washington cut off Christopher Walken's hand but it sure was fun to hear him talking about my hometown.
The night ended at a rooftop bar that had flavored margaritas (I had banana... and too many).



Then Olympics watching and macaroni and cheese at home.
Thanks to Katey and Julia for a lovely time in the city and at their place. No doubt I will be back.