Hour 24 1/2 in New York City:
This is something that I had never done before, a Broadway play! I did go to New York City once before, nearly 40 years ago, as a college student, with several friends. We saw very little; I mainly remember seeing the Statute of Liberty from the ferry, and then just staying with the friends at their parents' houses, two of us arguing with the other two because they did not want to leave New York; two of us went back to Illinois without the two who refused to leave. The two of us who left were total idiots of the 70s; we picked up two hitch-hikers along the way to share the driving, and lived to tell about it! Definitely not something I would recommend these days. And we couldn't even talk to them because they only spoke french!
But no hitchhikers this time, just this wonderful chance to see "Chicago!" Dianna and I went, while Brian went off to watch the Super Bowl with friends. What a treat! I'd do it again in a heartbeat! There's something very magical about a Broadway play with the intimacy of its small theater and impressive professionalism.
After the play, I headed back to the hotel, and Dianna went off to another Super Bowl party. Strangely, she'd met a friend in the subway that she knew from Minneapolis and set off to see them. Not gifted with the boundless energy of the 20-some, I chose to zone out in the hotel,with one detour to the not-particularly exciting nearby McDonalds.
By hour 29 in New York, I could hear strangely joyful screaming out my hotel window, down in the streets below. The Giants had won the Super Bowl, and New Yorkers were celebrating. Brian came back from his party, discovered Dianna wasn't back yet, and heading out to Time's Square because of reports of jubilation and merriment there.
Not me; I was content at that hour of the night to hang out in the hotel and be amused by the news reports.