New York, Day 6

October 1, 2010
By Lezlie
New York, Day 6

Thursday Brilliant.  That was the Rhino’s assessment of my play.  I don’t suppose I could ask for greater praise than that.  And the director and actors could ask for no greater than this: He cried.  My dear, sweet, strong Rhino teared up at the end of the play, to the point he was having...
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New York, Day 5

September 29, 2010
By Lezlie

Wednesday So I occasionally think I could maybe live here.  I’m learning how to hail cabs and cross streets and negotiate pedestrian traffic.  But then I get little reminders of why I maybe couldn’t.  I don’t like crowds.  Did you know that about me?  And in the City they are everywhere.  I like to...
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New York, Day 4

September 29, 2010
By Lezlie
New York, Day 4

Tuesday I actually managed to get up and work out today.  I found a Curves just shy of ½ mile from the hotel.  Pretty cool.  I feel like I’m having the whole visiting-playwright experience! I lunched in the lounge on leftovers so that our room could be serviced.  I worked on a couple of...
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New York, Day 3

September 28, 2010
By Lezlie
New York, Day 3

Monday Rain adds a new dimension to walking in New York.  Now you’re dodging not only people, but their umbrellas.  Fortunately I walked today in a time and/or area that wasn’t too, too crowded.  Or maybe it was just the rain.  I slept late today, trying to catch up a bit from last week. ...
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New York – Day 2

September 27, 2010
By Lezlie

Sunday Another simply lovely day.  The Rhino and I got up for a decent enough breakfast at the hotel, after which we lounged around for a while.  Lounging.  Remember lounging?  I had forgotten.  Let me tell you – it rocks. We lunched at a Mexican/Colombian restaurant, where I had the best skirt steak I’ve...
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New York, Day 1

September 26, 2010
By Lezlie
New York, Day 1

Saturday Midwest is now one of my favoritest airlines ever.  In the second place, they serve Pepsi instead of Coke, which is rare indeed.  But the first place has to do with my guitar.  I was absolutely terrified at the thought of checking my guitar.  (I couldn’t decide if I wanted to throw up...
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