I like when things get thrown together not quite last minute, but close enough to seem rather wild and impromptu. John mentioned that someday, we should go see a show, and have dinner. I started reeling off all the titles of things I wanted to see, and in there mentioned Macbeth, with Patrick Stewart. Half an hour later, we had tickets for tomorrow night (wednesday) and reservations at a fancyish french restaurant on Park ave. Awesome. We’re going to dinner after the show, so not till 11, which is crazy late. I think. I just made the connection that we’re going to Anthony Bourdain’s restaurant. Nice. I’m not sure what to wear. The dress code of the restaurant is casual, so that helps. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
Going out that late means tomorrow will be a long long day. Time to sleep, I think. Though I had other random thoughts I wanted to write about. Oh well.