We Take Ourselves With Us

Today really had a single point: to see 6 hours of the Royal Shakespeare Company performing Wolf Hall Parts 1 & 2 , broken up by a 2 hour dinner break.  You know, every almost 12 and 13 year olds' dream come true.  Given they'd spend a full work day at this, I let everyone sleep in and spent the first few hours of my morning working in the lobby, fortified by a grande nonfat latte from the ornate Starbucks and free wifi. Around 10 am, I finally broke down from hunger and began texting the sleeping beauties awake.  Princess Harper was the first to join me for breakfast.  Look at her joy in crawling out of bed. By the time we finished our late breakfast (call it brunch; we won't), it was time to meander to the theatre.  While chilly, the day was gorgeously sunny! Wolf Hall is in the Winter Garden, an absolutely beautiful theater we've never been to because until recently it was the perma-home to Mama Mia--a show on our carved in stone nope...

Wednesday morning, we started with our courtesy breakfast, which was yummy.  Plus, big points to our server, who when told why we were getting a comped meal responded, "Seriously? Jesus Christ!"  Love it :) We set off for MOMA to catch the incredible, inspiring and just gobsmackingly lovely Matisse Cut-Outs exhibit.  It was already raining when we left the hotel, and it quickly turned to slushy, frozen rain. Coupled with the holiday week, this seemed to drive everyone and their extended family into the museum.  Rather than fight every line, we opted to support MOMA by (once again) becoming members.  Problem solved!  BTW, the last time we joined, it was triggered by the Tim Burton exhibit mob scene, again at the holidays.  Needless to say, MOMA was delighted to welcome us back. Here, Harper and Penn watch a new installation, "Let's all go to MOMA the day before Thanksgiving." It's a moving commentary on the intersection between ...