For my birthday, Laurie took me to see the Cirque du Soleil in NYC. It's funny that we aren't city people at all-- after finding each other amongst the throngs of people vomit, taking a quick spin of Rockefeller, and then getting our sketches done [I ended up looking like Cher], we collapsed at Barnes and Noble and spent the rest of the afternoon reading. We braved the congested streets to journey to WaMu Theater at Madison Square Garden to indulge in Wintuk
, cotton candy, and funny hats. We were impressed by the contortionist rag doll, the tightrope walker, and the air ballerinas. The actual story was about Jamie, a young boy, who goes on a journey to a magical land to find snow for long, cold winter nights. Someone wrote a summary that I really liked: ( summaryCollapse )
Afterwards, we stumbled into the chilly night to race for trains. We hopped onto the wrong train [typical]. While waiting for the right train, we tangoed in the empty train station, our hair filled with smoke and our tired eyes beaming at each other. We decided that each time we go into the city, we would get a sketch and form a collection to grace our future basement.