This morning, Jeremy headed out early to pick up some bagels from the Bagel Pub down the street. After breakfast, we started our day as we had every other day – riding the subway.

This time, we were headed to see a Broadway show. We had purchased tickets to a new musical out of Britain titled,
Two Strangers Carry a Cake (Across New York). It had good reviews, the tickets were reasonable, and the girls helped pick it out. However, Jeremy and I realized that the themes in the movie were a little mature and the cast was only two people and the set was pretty much the same throughout. So, he kept his eye on tickets to other shows. The prices for the hit musical,
Wicked, had dipped slightly, so Jeremy asked if Jen could look into exchanging our tickets and surprising the girls.
We kept ourselves tightlipped for weeks. On this day, Ellie was relentless in asking about the plans for the day – when are Jen and Arturo meeting us? What time is the show? how will Jen and Arturo get tickets when the show is sold out? and on and on… So, I said to just let us take care of things and relax, sometimes we have things up our sleeves like Grandma did. That was a slight tip of our hand, and it got them thinking.

We walked down the road to find the entrance and rerouted toward Gershwin Theater.

Jeremy had them “check the tickets” again to be sure where we were. The squealed and smiled and clapped their hands.

Then, we headed in.


Jen had selected good seats in the orchestra level for us. The stage was intricately designed and ready to go.


We enjoyed the show immensely, treated ourselves to some concessions at intermission, and found some souvenirs at the close of the show.

It was fabulous!

From there, we went to Union Square and the Strand Bookstore – both more quaint and less busy than Times Square.

Before heading to the bookstore, we stopped at Max Brenner for some hot chocolate. It was very rich and very intense. We wondered why the cups were so tiny, and we quickly realized we could hardly finish what we were given. It was also delicious… or maybe decadent is the best word.

The Strand was on the bucket list, and it did not disappoint as we strolled from aisle to aisle and floor to floor.


We tracked down supper at an Italian restaurant at 8pm to enjoy before heading back for the night.
And I took at token photo with a beaver in the subway… (Go, Bluffton beavers!)
