Thus far, our senior project has had little in common with
New York City itself. This is especially strange considering the point of our
project: Creative Non-Fiction in the Big Apple. In the past four days, our
experiences have met our expectations in only three areas: horrendous driving,
wonderful theatre, and art.
Granted, today (Saturday) was our first real day in the
city, so we really shouldn’t have been expecting that much. As far as
horrendous driving goes, we’ve seen it from both ends. While it’s frustrating
to sit in the car with my mother stopping for bathroom breaks seven times in an
eight-hour drive, we’ve already experienced our fair share of comments like,
“This is why tourists shouldn’t be allowed to cross streets!” The moment when
the white LED man turns into a red hand is one of unparalleled anxiety.
As far as art goes, we did a bit of writing in University
Circle while we were stuck in Cleveland on Wednesday and Thursday. We popped
into the Natural History Museum and spent all day with Les Impressionnistes in the CMA. We have not yet gotten a shot at
museums in New York City, but that will soon change—tomorrow, we hope.
Now. Theatre. We’ve only been here one day, but in that
time, we’ve spent a glorious total of five hours in Broadway shows. Breakfast,
grocery shopping, lunch, Of Mice and Men with
James Franco at 2:00, dinner, The Cripple
of Inishmaan with Daniel Radcliffe at 8:00. I’ve had musical fever since I
could walk, but there’s nothing wrong with one, two, or ten “straight”
(non-musical) plays every once in awhile. There is a certain sense of
camaraderie in the collective *siiiiiigh* of several hundred girls at an
accidental sighting of James Franco’s midriff, and how Daniel Radcliffe manages
eight shows a week with a limp that connotes epic battle injuries is beyond me.
Either way, none of us paid the $250 for a signed rag with James Franco’s sweat
from the show, so I can safely say our trip has been successful thus far.
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