So yesterday before I left the house to go meet Tracing, I turned on the TV to see whether the subways were back up running or not, and they announced that all but two dozen Con-Ed customers had their power back. Two dozen! The poor bastards, can you imagine?

I left the house at 12.08p, which I thought was running late for meeting Tracing at Vynl at 1p, especially considering that it took me 45 minutes to get a van the night before, but I actually got there by 12.30p, so I ended up going to the movie theatre first and getting the tickets. Nothing is more startling than my being early!

I did forget, however, that on the weekends I ain't getting a grilled cheese sandwich from Vynl because of the tiresome brunch situation, and frankly, if I wanted breakfast I'd go to the House of Pancakes and it would be better, but the bacon is good and I was still glad to be there, as I haven't been in months.

Then we went to see Camp which was, altogether now, the Best Movie Ever™. I loved it so much, the kids were great, the story was great, the songs were really great, the lead boy was cute as hell ("I feel like a child molester!" I whispered in Tracing's ear as I realized that I was old enough to be the mother of the hot hot boy I was drooling over), not to mention the fact that that movie was totally my own personal musical-comedy childhood.

One of the things that I liked about it was that the kids were taken seriously--even a couple of kids who were basically sight gags ended up getting to be more than that by the end. Although I did wonder what happened to the big fat chick, who had a great personality and a great voice but disappeared halfway through the picture. Maybe she threw herself under a bus because she didn't get to do "It's Turkey-Lurkey Time".

I laughed, I cried several times, the second the movie was over we went Tower and I got the soundtrack, something I have only ever done once before, I think, after seeing Natural Born Killers. I made a new cd for Omar last night and included two of the songs. Go see it, you other musical-comedy children. Melissa, I am talking to you.

After the movie, we went to Bryant Park, because Tracing had heard that there was a wireless network available there, so we walked down there to find out for ourselves.

Unfortunately, when we got there there was some sort of appalling Smooth Jazz concert (Smooth Jazz gives jazz a bad name), song after tuneless, never-ending, elevator-music song while Tracing attempted to turn on her laptop. To no avail.

Ah well, we had a good time anyway, until I had to go to the show. To which the actors showed up, which was good of them.

Today's horoscope:
You're in a phase of sharing that's all about taking turns. Spend your precious time alone to fully appreciate what you hold in your hands. For now, experience matters more than ownership.

One year ago today:
Do I take too many pictures of the cats? Don't answer that. Seriously. Don't. La la la--I can't heeeeaaar yoooooouuuu.

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