July 25, 2014 § Leave a comment
“And thou, all-shaking thunder,
strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!”
It all started when the virtual ticket lottery for Shakespeare in the Park was, well, much ado about nothing. (Which also happened to be the name of the first show of the park season…coincidence? You bet your Benedick.)
So for the second show of the park season—King Lear starring John Lithgow and Annette Benning—the boy decided to get tickets to his first performance of Shakespeare in the Park how Public Theater and New York Shakespeare Festival founder Joseph Papp himself only could have imagined: by standing in line with the masses in Central Park to obtain the tickets for free. Quick facts: Central Park opens at 6am; people begin lining up outside the 82nd street park entrance at what can only be described as “ass-o-clock” in the morning; when the park opens, another line forms outside the Delacorte Theater area; lastly, tickets are distributed (2 per person) at noon.
The boy left Princeton at 4:30am and got to Central Park just as they were opening up and got a cozy spot, 27 people from the front. As the hours ticked by, the line grew and grew…and grew. [I got a great play-by-play as I sat at my desk that morning]
After 6 hours of waiting, the moment arrived: ticket distribution. And he got ‘em!
I hopped on an express train from Princeton and we grabbed a bite to eat at one of our favorite Upper West Side eateries: Jacob’s Pickles. Bourbon, biscuits, and pickles—what could be better before a night of Shakespeare in the Park? For most of the day, we’d heard that a thunderstorm was on tap for the evening. Bring. It. ON. Being the smart and resourceful twenty-somethings that we are, we stopped at CVS to get plastic trash bags to use as makeshift ponchos (no umbrellas are allowed in the open-air theater during the performance and we weren’t about to pay $15 each for ponchos). #noshame #onabudget
The performance started at about 10 after eight; no rain. Within minutes of the play beginning, a few flashes of lightning lit up the sky and purplish/orange clouds began to creep in from the west. We got 25 minutes in when thunder joined the party. No sooner did the stage manager come over the God mic with “hold” when it began to downpour. Everyone trickled out of the theater and huddled under the awning outside the space. Many left immediately, many waited for 10 minutes and left when the storm didn’t pass…and then there were the rest of us who waited hopefully with bated breath. Thunder [boom!]. Lightning [flash]. Rain [pouring]. Hey, it’s all part of the experience, right? Right.
After 20 minutes huddled with a gaggle of theater-loving folk under the awning, it was announced that we’d be resuming the performance in 10 minutes (thank you Shakespeare Gods). We went back to our seats, slid plastic bags over them, made little ponchos and covers for ourselves, and settled in for however much more of the production we’d be fortunate enough to experience. Here we are, decked out in garbage bags…like ya do:
The drizzle was steady during Act I along with a few lingering flashes of lightning, but these actors were unphased (except for John Lithgow’s early admission upon returning to the stage and attempting to pick up where they left off: “I’m sorry, I’m completely lost.” That got a nice chuckle from the audience.). Early in Act II, the rain stopped. We got all but a five-minute reprieve when it started up again…tease. Though, Mother Nature couldn’t have planned it better: the rain began again just as Lear and his fool were braving a storm of their own and the king was building up to his “storm speech.”
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
Before the performance started, we were at least hoping to make it to that scene. And we did. Everything from there on out was gravy. The rain steadily came down for the remainder of the performance and actually made the whole experience quite fascinating to watch. A particular moment in Act IV stands out in my memory: Annette Benning’s Goneril was being belittled by her husband, the Duke of Albany, and the subtle lighting combined with their positions on the complete opposite side of the stage from us really highlighted the rain pouring down on them and gave the scene such a cinematic edge. It was incredible. (I can only imagine what these actors can do when it’s not raining buckets on them and they’re not traipsing across a slippery stage.)
Fighting…deaths…end of play; it was now midnight. No need to rush out of the park for us. The next and last train to New Jersey wasn’t until 1:22. So we sloshed out of the park with the masses a la Bradley Cooper in Silver Linings Playbook and made our way to Penn. This was my first experience with King Lear and I think I can honestly say that nothing else will top it. Definitely a night out at the theater for the record books!
June 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
The West Wing, House of Cards, Veep, The Daily Show, The American President…I’m a huge fan of political dramas and satires, yet I have no interest in actual politics (go figure). I first went to Washington, DC three years ago and was utterly fascinated by all there is to see and do; this past weekend was no exception. I traveled down to DC to galavant around the city with a college friend of mine and man oh man did we log the miles (I’m afraid to map it, but I have a blister on my left pinky toe to prove it). From wandering around the Newseum (journalism nerds!) and visiting various Smithsonian buildings and the Holocaust Museum, to walking across the Arlington Bridge, riding bikes around the entire Tidal Basin, and scaling the Washington Monument (ok, so we didn’t exactly scale it; we rode up the elevator, but it was still pretty bad ass) …We. Did. So. Much. (We also stopped at Foggy Bottom so that I could say I went to Foggy Bottom…I blame this clip from The West Wing: Root Canal).
The short trip was also a great excuse to play around with the Nikon. I still need to learn more about how to use the camera, but hey, practice makes perfect right? A handful of shots are below. The flags at sunset and looking across the still water of the mall toward the Washington Monument are my two favorites. #photogwannabe
June 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
Real women don’t drink light beer.
Confession: despite being from Brew City, I haven’t always enjoyed beer. In fact, it wasn’t until moving to the East Coast that I became a bit of a beer snob; specifically, a Wisconsin beer snob.
We take our beer seriously in Wisconsin. From Lakefront Brewery in Milwaukee (OMG best brewery tour I’ve ever been on!) to Capital Brewery in Madison and a recently discovered favorite, Central Waters in Amherst (excellent coffee stout!), Wisconsin is chock full of amazing craft brewers. But the first Wisconsin brew I introduced to The Boy, as well as many of my co-workers, was of course none other than New Glarus Brewing Company’s claim to fame: Spotted Cow (naturally, followed by Fat Squirrel and a seasonal fave that’s now extinct, Laughing Fox). Spotted Cow is a refreshing farmhouse ale and, according to someone who shall remain nameless, “there’s a cute little cow on the label.” What’s not to love? Plus, it’s pretty much a guarantee in any bar in the state. For the win!
While enroute to Madison last weekend for the wedding of a childhood friend of mine, we took a slight 45 minute detour (or perhaps pilgrimage is more apropos?) southwest of Madtown to New Glarus to hit up the brewery. Following a fish fry at a little dive bar and pre-gaming with a New Glarus sampler (4 samples for only $5.50…I love Wisconsin prices), we headed to the brewery with only about an hour to spare before their 4pm closing time.
Set atop a hill just outside of the downtown New Glarus area, the brewery itself is as amazing as the beer (and we didn’t even go on a tour!). The outdoor area has a “ruins” type feel to it as you can see in some of the photos below (I was also having way too much fun my new camera and was fascinated by how the sun lit up the beer and really brought out its color…spoken like a true Wisconsinite, no? Or a photography/beer weirdo, take your pick!). We sampled nearly everything they were offering! New faves were the Scream IPA, Two Women, and the Strawberry Rhubarb specialty, though we also sampled the Back 40 Bock, Serendipity, and Totally Naked. Yes, we got Totally Naked in New Glarus (wink, wink). Though we only had time for a quick tasting (and it’s about a 2 hour drive from Milwaukee), New Glarus is definitely worth the trip through all the farm fields of southwestern Wisconsin for any lover of local craft beer. We definitely plan on going back for the infamous hard hat tour! After all: Only in Wisconsin!
June 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
I am a shy person (perhaps contrary to popular belief).
Always have been (hey, at least I can admit it, right?). Moonlighting at the House of Mouse for all those years forced me out of my shell; though my role required no talking, lots of miming, quick thinking, spontaneity, running around in a dog costume, and complete anonymity (#truestory)…which, let’s be honest here, was really why I enjoyed it so much. With that role came photos. Lots and lots of photos. It makes my head hurt thinking about how many family vacation photos I’m in…but I digress. Needless to say, I’ve never had an issue with having my picture taken (except maybe for those middle school years… *shudder *).
I appreciate the art of photography and enjoy taking pictures, but never really thought much of it. I think the evolution of Instagram and working in arts marketing has made me 1) appreciate good photography 2) made me realize that simple, inanimate objects are beautiful and can have depth and 3) candid shots are priceless. After a few years of casual browsing (and being satisfied with the photo quality of my various iPhones), I decided it was time to use my tax refund for something fun: a DSLR.
It took countless hours of research (wavering back and forth between Nikon and Canon…good grief, it was exhausting) and the knowledge that I am a complete novice and need to actively teach myself how to not only properly use the camera, but to use it to its full potential. Challenge accepted!
Saturday evening, The Boy and I took the new Nikon D5300 out on our nightly stroll. We have a long way to go, but our first spin with it wasn’t too bad (see above). And after an hour or so of toying with it, a Dogfish 90 Minute was most definitely needed (also, see above). The camera overall is pretty stellar. The biggest selling point for me was the built-in wi-fi. It was a little higher than I originally wanted to pay, but I can already tell the built-in wi-fi will be well worth it!
Not that I needed more convincing to spend my tax refund on a high-quality camera, but since I brought up the House of Mouse earlier…The Boy and I are headed down to Orlando this fall for a little trip over Halloween weekend. Not only will it be my first time back in nearly two and a half years, but also the first time I will be going as a guest and not a cast member. Talk about a change in perspective! Also – Milwaukeean nerd alert – I can’t wait to see what kind of funky shots I’ll be able to get of the infamous “Recombobulation Area” sign at the airport when we’re in Wisconsin next week. It’s truly the little things.
May 26, 2014 § 1 Comment
Let’s talk about the first time I saw Springsteen in concert…
…that was last weekend. The boy, being born and bred in New Jersey, is quite an avid fan (to say the least). A few months ago during the heat of graduate school when Bruce announced some U.S. tour dates, he jumped at tickets to The Boss’ last stop on this leg of the tour: Mohegan Sun Casino Resort in Uncasville, CT. Sounds simple right? Not so my friend. To my surprise, Springsteen tickets are not an easy thing to obtain. Additionally, Mohegan Sun Arena has a capacity of less than 10,000 people which made the tickets even more difficult to obtain. Thankfully, the Gods of Rock n’ Roll were on our sides and we were able to obtain 2 tickets, in the second to last row of the top mezzanine. In any other arena, these would be your classic “nosebleed” seats, however for Mohegan Sun Arena they were perfect. We drove up to Connecticut on Sunday morning (following a rocking Saturday of volunteering at McCarter Theatre’s gala benefit) and came back Monday afternoon…talk about a whirlwind weekend!
First, Mohegan Sun is a giant playground for adults: I’m not just talking about all the flashing slots, roulette, etc, but the number of restaurants (oh hello, Bobby Flay), bars, night clubs, shops (Tiffanys and Coach?!)…seriously. Not being casino/gambling folk, needless to say the atmosphere was a little overwhelming. After making no less than 3 laps around the first level of the resort (maybe it was only 2 laps…it felt like we were going in circles), we ultimately settled on Sol Toro Tequila Grill. Then we sat back, relaxed, sipped our Riazul Anejo neat (wicked smooth tequila), and noshed.
[Quick Springsteen Diversion] Back in February, we found a $5 bill buried in the snow in a Wegmans parking lot. How lucky, we thought. We should do something fun with it! Buy a lottery ticket? Mmm, maybe. Months passed and it sat and sat on a table by our front door…you can see where I’m going with this, yes? Great. [End of Quick Springsteen Diversion]. Now…which slot machine to choose? Let’s go find a row where there’s no one around so if we can’t figure it out, we don’t look like idiots. Gorilla Chief it is! (for the record, there was no particular motive for choosing a slot machine with a scary-looking gorilla on it). The $5 went in…we pushed a few buttons…no money…pushed a few more buttons…bye, bye $5. #uberfail
The concert itself…where to begin? Springsteen is a man who lives, breathes, and sweats Rock n’ Roll. The energy that this man has at the age of 64 is beyond impressive. If only all of us could look and be as energetic at his age (*crosses fingers*). He opened by coming out and yelling “Did you lose your money?” and a song called “Roll of the Dice” that I was unfamiliar with. As merely a fan who has heard his music as its been played in our apartment, I was expecting to know a few songs. Four songs in…none. Oof, we could be in for a long night, I thought, there might be darkness on the edge of this town tonight. Luckily, a little girl no older than eight brought a sign she made requesting “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Woo Hoo! I know this one! Sure it was May and in the upper 70s outside, but for those five minutes it felt like the holidays. Everyone was belting out the song! )PS: check out the video on the song link!
According to my ultimate Bruce source, The Boss was bringing out all the deep tracks that night which, to the hardcore Springsteen fan (i.e. The Boy), made the night really exciting, but to the casual fan (i.e. Me) it was a lot of unfamiliar territory. I know some songs by ear and some songs by name, but not many by both ear and name (gimme a break, I’m still learning). I got a nice taste of “Darkness on the Edge of Town,” “Frankie Fell in Love,” “Adam Raised a Cain,” “High Hopes,” “Cadillac Ranch” (a song that someone—I won’t say who—frequently plays for me because of the Wisconsin shout out in the studio version), “The Ghost of Tom Joad,” “Badlands,” “Born to Run,” “Dancing in the Dark,” “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out,” and the stirring, concert-concluding “Dream Baby Dream.”
Overall, my first Bruce concert was a fun, cultural, exciting, and emotional experience, which is only to be expected when you are watching Bruce Springsteen and the “heart-stopping, pants-dropping, earth-shocking, hard-rocking, booty-shaking, Viagra-taking, love-making, history-making, testifying, death-defying, legendary E Street Band.”
January 6, 2014 § 1 Comment
It all started with an unexpected flight delay last Thursday morning. Well, four of them actually. The outlook for getting from Milwaukee to Philadelphia was grim.
With the impending doom of a snow storm on the east coast, we rebooked our flight back east from the holidays to this morning (lucky too cause our multi-delayed original flight ultimately ended up being cancelled). Never underestimate the spontaneity of two mildly bitter travelers drinking Fat Squirrel; anything can happen. And indeed something did—we bought tickets to the Packers vs 49ers playoff game in Green Bay. Surprisingly, many tickets were still available and this game was threatened with a 100-mile radius blackout by the NFL if more tickets weren’t sold. Since we had to rebook our flight anyway, why not stay a little longer, take in the game, and help the cause to prevent a blackout? And we did.
The game forecast: a high of 10 with a windchill of -3. Bring. It. On.
Call me old-fashioned, but there’s just something iconic about making the trek from Milwaukee to Lambeau Field in the bitter cold. Though I went up to Green Bay for a game many times as a kid, it didn’t mean quite the same thing to me then as it does now. Driving by farm after farm, surrounded by cars packed with fans decked out in green, gold, camouflage, and blaze orange until you see the big “G” atop Lambeau (or until traffic backs up, whichever comes first).
Section 136, row 59: our spot. Just off the aisle and near the top of the original field for a quick dash to the delightfully heated restrooms. We stood on insulation to help keep us warm (true story), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate (shout out to the folks that provided that to all 77,000+ of us free of charge), gobbled down cheese curds (see below), and survived the game in tact (except for our toes, those were the only things that were consistently wicked cold).
Watching the Pack play in frigid temperatures at Lambeau Field surrounded by fans screaming “Go Pack Go!”…there’s nothing else quite like it. It was a true Packers experience. Despite the loss and the Packers injury-riddled season coming to the close, we can at least be sure of one thing: the Bears still suck.
October 2, 2013 § 1 Comment
“If I’m walking by, it just looks like a headless horseman.”
When we last left our heroes, they were fiercely tasting, comparing, and enjoying two of their favorite pumpkin ales only to discover that the one they least expected to prevail, in fact, did!
Now…they’re at it again! Except this time, the pumpkin beer tasting hit close to home with a midwestern brewery battle: Milwaukee’s Lakefront Pumpkin Lager vs New Holland Ichabod Pumpkin Ale from Holland, MI. The details? You want ‘em? We got ‘em:
Lakefront Pumpkin Lager
Brewed in Milwaukee, WI;
“Lakefront Brewery’s Pumpkin Lager is the only pumpkin lager available in the world”
With our Chicago Shakespeare Theater note paper in hand and Gaelic Storm’s Drink the Night Away playing in the background, we were off and tasting through the pumpkin patch again.
NOTE: While this tasting was between two breweries in the Midwest, they were two different styles of beer. Lager and Ale. When it comes to pumpkin, everything is Ale…except Lakefront’s Lager. Also, being that I’m from Milwaukee, both of us have been on an infamous Lakefront tour (if you ever find yourself in Milwaukee, it’s definitely a must-do, trust me!), and the lager is brewed with real pumpkin and spices from Milwaukee’s acclaimed Spice House (yeah, you Milwaukee folk know what I’m talking about!), we both were coming into this with an incredible bias.
On to the results! While neither beer particularly blew us away, the Lakefront Pumpkin Lager was the clear winner. The Ichabod New Holland pumpkin flavors were barely distinguishable to us (I think we’re used to not only a stronger ale, but also a deeper pumpkin flavor) and while it tasted fine, had we not known it was pumpkin, it would have been difficult to decipher. The Lakefront Pumpkin Lager has a refreshing pumpkin smell and taste (very similar to the Southern Tier Pumking actually) with a light finish.
Compared to last week’s tasting, we whipped through this one in less than 10 minutes. But it all really boils down to this: “Lakefront just proves once again that, when it comes to brewing beer, Milwaukee does it best.” And that’s a fact.