Well, I had a rather typical weekend in New York. This is such a strange city.

THE APPLE STORE, SoHO - FRIDAY, 6PM - 12AM

Both Neil Epstein (the man who got me my job at Gabellini) and I showed up at about 4:45 and started to wait in line. The line was around the block by the time we got there, but we weren't at an unmanageable spot (pretty far up). I started to take pictures from where I was in the line.

The line, as we approached 6:00, spanned ALL THE WAY UP TO HOUSTON STREET. That, if you're scoring at home, is three blocks and change. Amazing that there are many dorks in the city... although... not really.

Regardless, we sat there and waited until 6:00. There was a dancing employee in a stupid tiger suit that came by (Note to Apple: you guys really could've gotten the poor guy a better suit than the one he was sporting), as well as a few employees, but nothing of note to report. At about 5:50, I went around the corner to look inside the door of the store, and it appeared as if they were holding a rally on the stairs:

Kind of an interesting picture. Anywho, I went in with Neil and we both got the shit we wanted with 10 percent discounts off everything in the store. We both bought Mac Minis and paid for them. It was an absolute zoo in there. I still think they should've had live tigers and a live virgin sacrifice. But I digress.

It was a lot of fun and everyone was psyched. A lot of people took pictures of my iPod because I was sporting some vintage Apple pins (a dealer pin from 1983 that says "Ask Me About Lisa" and an original "Macintosh" pin). The only thing they didn't have was liquor... but a fun dork party, nonetheless.

On Saturday, I met with Bernie, my roommate from college, and we got together to talk about the new lease that we're about to enter into. Bernie really likes Justine, which is wonderful... the three of us living in New York City will work out wonderfully. I've never been in love like I've been in love with Justine. I know I can (*gasp*) rely on her. She's a calming force in a raging sea of bullshit. It's nice for a change.

And on Sunday, I went to see On Golden Pond. Morgan Murphy, the guy who is directing NH Theatre Awards IV, came with his wife Lori, and brought with them about ten teenagers from their program, Performance Plus. Ernest Thompson, the writer of On Golden Pond, set up this talkback session with the actors for the kids:



Yes, the actor right next to Ernest Thompson IS James Earl Jones. He was terrific as Norman.

I loved the show. My only quibble is that, for whatever reason, Ernest decided to say that the play took place in Maine, when Golden Pond is Squam Lake, NH, the place where I grew up. Hell, the background portrait immediately made me think of Red Hill on Squam.

Regardless, an amazing show, and I think it'll win a few Tonys this year.