Happy New Year, ow

Yesterday was the last day of cadhla’s visit to the east coast. The bunch of us went out to see if we could get cheap tickets to Avenue Q (I joined them, having decided based on the CD that it’s probably not $50 worth of funny, but $20 sounds about right), didn’t get them, and wound up with $50 tickets to The Producers instead. It was pretty darn funny, and the musical number were good, but I think I’m going to be less eager to go to Broadway shows until theaters redesign their seating plans. I can pay $10 for a movie and get a big, wide lounge chair that leans back and gives me plenty of leg room. Why am I paying $50 on Broadway for a chair that was designed for people without limbs?

On Thursday I did something to my right knee. It hurt a bit on stairs and getting out chairs, but got better after I slept on it. On Friday it was fine, until I’d spent two hours in a chair where the distance between the front of my seat back and the back of the seat in front of me was less than the distance between my spine and my knees. Now it still hurts. I’m going to pass on the possible opportunity to see Pacific Overtures for free tonight.

So, after the show we went to eat at Caravan of Dreams, which has the best-tasting vegan food I’ve ever eaten, even though Cadhla and stakebait decided there was nothing on the menu they could eat. (Or that’s what they said. If I were dating Cadhla and she were wearing the top she was last night, I’d try to finagle some extra shared alone-time too.) The rest of them headed home to the Pigeon Factory, while I went up to the party at auntiemisha’s place, which had lots of good food and company. I got to fill bugsybanana in on The Producers and she told me about the PDQ Bach concert she’d gone to Thursday. Happpy smooches at midnight, and Bugsy’s first words in the new year were “Yay, 2005 doesn’t suck yet! No, wait, Dubya’s still president.”