Overslept again. Luckily we didn’t have any plans. Got up at 3, took showers, ate leftover cheeseburgers and fries (yum!) then headed off to Broadway because we noticed there was an AMC there on 42nd. Patricia wisely got some movie passes from her work before we left CA, so we saw “Son of Rambow” for free! We didn’t know what it was about until Patricia called a friend at work and asked. It turned out to be very good and so cute and original. It’s about two very different young (aged 10 or so) British boys, one, Will Proudfoot, an artistic and imaginative kid in a family belonging to a VERY conservative Christian church (which disapproves of his “rebellious” ways) and the other, Lee Carter, a troublemaker who lives in a nice house with his older brother because his mom is always away with her Spanish boyfriend or something. They end up making a movie with Will starring as the son of Rambo, fighting an evil Scarecrow to rescue his father. When the other kids at school, including an older and popular French kid, find out about it, they then become popular, or at least Will does, which then causes conflict and jealousy and chaos. We were surprised at how wonderful it was. Patricia cried a few times, so that’s a good sign. Two thumbs up! (That was lame, I know.)
Oh, funniest part of the movie:
Lee Carter making breakfast for his brother. Doorbell. He opens the door to see: Will fully decked out in savage Rambo-esque attire, including a strip of cloth tied around his forehead. He lifts his arms excitedly and proclaims: “I’m here to help you, Lee Carter!”
Lee: “Jesus Christ.”
He goes back inside.
Oh, also, this AMC was huge. 25 theaters, and ours was 21. We had to go up to the TENTH FLOOR on escalators to find it. 10 floors! Intense, right? Yeah.
After the movie we got hot dogs and roamed around Times Square before catching the subway at Rockefeller back to Queens. We pretended to be lesbians at one point when the train car seemed to be overflowing with creeps, but most of the way we enjoyed ourselves listening to iPods and writing in our notebooks. C’est la vie!
Tomorrow we are prisoners to Patricia’s cousin. During lunch earlier today she texted Patricia with “Don’t make plans for tomorrow. I am going to roam you around the city.” Besides being troubled by the wording (roam you around the city?), I am also troubled that we have to hang out with her all day. Don’t get me wrong, she is nice to us and gracious for letting us stay here and everything, but we’d really just rather be on our own. Oh well. It’s only one day out of the month.
Sometime this week we hope to make it to Coney Island with my friend from school, Ian. Other than that, we’re winging it.
My legs are no longer getting sore from all the exercise, and the blister on the bottom of my foot from the first day walking 50 blocks in the wrong direction (yes, 50 blocks. I counted on a map) is now fully healed. Everyone in Manhattan is so skinny. Hopefully by the end of the trip I will be in fabulous shape! California, prepare yourself.
In other news, today a bird crapped on Patricia’s leg while we were sitting in the backyard. Hilarious.
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3 comments:
Sounds like you want to go to the gym with me when you get home! Yay!
You and Patti are going to turn into a hot dog!
P.S. Message from Aunt Val and your loving Mommy:
Don't be so nice to the creeps! You shouldn't have to pretend to be french or lesbians - just act like a New Yorker and be rude and mean and put those scumbags in their place. We know you can do it because we have seen it! Be strong! Be brave!
YOU ARE W-O-M-A-N !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Agreed, minus the weird "w-o-m-a-n" bit at the end. Just give them a look if withering disgust and then ignore. Though I must admit I don't have much experience dealing with creepers on public transport... it's basically unacceptable to talk to anyone on the tube here, ever, even if you know them (ok, I am exaggerating, but you get the idea). At any rate, the whole lesbian bit probably just makes them like you more.
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