A “moment” from each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, always tRuthful.
Month 13: May 2013
The sun glares down on me too fiercely at this early hour. It’s 8am, I’m a block from Times Square, and I’m waiting in a line—a reality that, in New York City, almost always means you’ve given up at least half of your day to wait for something that may or may not happen. My friend is in town and I’ve agreed to try to score rush tickets to see the Broadway “Kinky Boots” with him. I inch my way down the pavement to a slightly less sunny corner of concrete. This wouldn’t be so bad if I’d gotten more than two hours of sleep last night. Or woken up with a throbbing headache this morning. For something called a “rush” ticket, this is probably the slowest danged experience available in the city. I curse at myself and New York City in one breath, cozy up to the concrete, and do my best to surrender to the sweltering, fate-driven, three-hour wait ahead of me.