Much Ado

I just had an amazing time tonight. Had an impromptu invite to Shakespeare in the Park. It was Much Ado About Nothing, one of my favorite plays! The cast was basically Law and Order meets NYPD Blue. Sam Waterston played Leonato, his daughter Elizabeth as his daughter Hero, Jimmy Smits (who stole the show) as Benedick, Kristen Johnston (3rd Rock from the Sun) as a wonderful Beatrice, Dominic Chianese (Uncle Junior from the Sopranos) as a badgery Antonio, and the list goes on and on! Also had dinner at Elephant, a swank Thai-French fusion restaurant in the LES. Incredible food, but horrible rude staff. I thought I'd spend the night staring at boxes, so this was all a great surprise.

Ok, must go to bed. Moving in the morning.

Subway Encounter #2

Dense day today. I got all my to-do's done and I planned it this way earlier in the week because I thought it was going to thunderstorm. Instead, I missed out on a wonderful day because I was running errands. This would probably have pissed me off, except I had the strangest moment in the subway just now. As I was getting out of my train, I did a little ritual. Well, it's more of a nervous habit than a ritual. I shrug one shoulder at a time, sort of like doing a breakdancing "wave" except without the flailing arms. Then I adjust my sleeves and then I pat my belly twice. No clue why I have to do this, but I do, and the only thing that keeps me from doing it is when I wear my backpack. Anyway, so I'm getting out of the train and I start my shoulder thing. There's this girl walking towards the train door and she's doing the same shoulder thing, except in reverse, so we're like synchronized mirror images. We weren't walking head-on so I only noticed this out of the corner of my eye, and I think she noticed out of the corner of her eye as well, because we turned to look at each other at the same time, just as both of us are adjusting our sleeves in synch. It bugged me out, especially because I've been obsessed with prophesy and chance. I was so bugged out (or self-conscious from the mimic) that I didn't do my stomach pat. Instead I rested my hand on my stomach, just as she did the same thing. The doors closed. Our eyes were locked as the train rolled off. No smiles, no nods, just our astonished expressions and a woman walking by who said, "That was weird..."