Max’s Blog!

Okay, so I’m back.

Yesterday, after my last post, we got off the train (obviously) and then caught a taxi, and the driver didn’t speak English too clearly. (And, oh yeah: he was flirting with my grandma? I think he was just trying to get an extra tip >:( ) So we told him we wanted to go to the Millennium Hotel on Broadway. And, of course, he was so busy “flirting” with my grandma, he dropped us at the wrong hotel, which, unfortunately, we didn’t realize until after we had paid him, and he had driven away. So, not knowing where in the hell we were, we wandered around for a little while, hoping to stumble across the hotel by accident. And, of course, I packed my luggage incorrectly (we were rolling our luggage around, too) so my suitcase kept tipping over and tripping me, and these vendors kept poking us, and…well, let’s just say I was in a bad mood. So, we were wandering around in the theatre district, when I looked up, about to start screaming at the sky, and noticed an ad for a certain play. I think you know where this is going. Now, those of you less clairvoyant may be wondering: What play was it that you saw a large poster for, 60 feet above the ground, staring down at you? Hmm… I will give you some clues, oh less-future-seeing-ones:

1)      Starts with an “e”

2)      Ends in an “s”

3)      Contains the topmost leftmost key on a keyboard

4)      Has two “U”s

Anyone? Can anyone guess what famous and slightly controversial play would have made me start laughing maniacally in the middle of a god-forsaken sidewalk somewhere in the theatre district of New York?

If you guessed “Equus”, you would be right! Because guess who was playing the main character of Equus in the theatre directly under the ad? I’m not making up any more clues, so I’ll just tell you: DANIEL RADCLIFFE! And there he was, staring down at me angst-ily, face only feet above me; and I knew that he was somewhere within 250 feet of me (having momentarily glanced at the show times beneath it, and seeing that it was playing right then), being his ingenious actor self in front of hundreds of people. Unfortunately, I also guessed he was probably naked, which was a bit odd.

So, as I thought of these facts, it was no wonder I started cackling maniacally, eventually dropping my suitcase and falling on top of it like it was a couch. My grandma and mom were just staring at me sympathetically, like they thought I had simply snapped from stress. I tried for a little while to explain to my mom through my laughter, but eventually I gave up, realizing she would only tease me about it. But ever after, I peered more carefully into each blacked-out limo heading that way. Perhaps with some success: At one point, I squinted into the window of a stretch hummer with blacked out windows, and could almost swear I saw a man with brown-black hair and startlingly blue eyes. GASP!!! Was it…but no, that would be absurd. Hahaha…or would it?? BUM-bum BUUMMMM!!!

So, after I had recovered, we walked around, shopped a bit, you know. But later we went to Spamalot, which was friggin’ HILARIOUS. It was basically a knockoff musical of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It also featured Clay Aiken as Sir Robin, but I think he gained some weight since American Idol; I’ve been wrong before, though, I guess it might be the fault of his new long hair and the extra padding in his armor costume.

So yeah, I got a cow throwing tee shirt, and the soundtrack (which was funny as bell), and then we went to a little Italian restaurant, and I ate a whole pizza (Hey, I’m 5’9’’ and still growing, okay, so shut up!), and then we went back to the restaurant and went to bed (FINALLY).

Okay, so mi madre y yo are goin to New York City for a few days, because we’re awesome like that, and it’s so flippin’ exciting, because I’ve wanted to go to NYC since I was, like, 6, and I first read the Princess Diaries series *heehee*

So yeah, this morning I woke up at 6 o’clock (AM) and almost died of exhaustion, because I didn’t finish packing until 10:30 and didn’t get to sleep until 11, so I got 7 hours of sleep (ugh). Then I nearly had a panic attack (yippee!) because I forgot to pack my toothbrush and crap until the very last minute.  Then my mom and I left to go to the train station, and as we got, like, a mile away from our house, my papi called and told my mom that the train was broken, so now we’re on a bus, which will meet up with another train in Washington D.C., and so while we were sitting in the train station parking lot on the charter bus (? a bus in the train station parking lot…hmmm….) there were all these awesome starlings and chimney sweeps swooping around, and it was just barely sunrise, and so I decided to write about it, because I can. Here goes:

I looked to the east, at the sun-soaked sunrise. The horizon was a citrusy-orange, like fresh orange juice, streaked with pale grey clouds.  Directly above, misty purple clouds were fringed in deep magenta as the newborn sun tickled its wispy edges. Beyond those wisps, more pink puffs led higher into the sky, like a vertical cobblestone pathway.

A silhouetted tree’s black, barren fingers rose to the sky, as in jubilation. Behind it, the spire of a church grazed the sky, perfectly straight. A broadcast tower scratched at the clouds, its latticework completely covered in flocks of starlings. More birds swooped around on air currents, their formations shifting and transforming like jellyfish in motion…

So yeah, that was poetic, right? Psh, you know it. You’re jealous of my incredible writing skillllzzzzzzz

And, so yup, I’m checkin out now, more later today, when we get off this infernal contraption and onto the less crampity train (CAN’T WAIT, AM FEELING CLAUSTROPHOBIC FOR FIRST TIME IN LIFE…!)