Ellen (ennienyc) wrote,

Not movies

With all the movies I've been seeing as well as work (I do work once in a while), I haven't finished many books lately. Except for (both nonfiction):

"Girl, Interrupted" by Susanna Kaysen. The writer lands in a mental hospital in the '60s. I never got into these people's stories. Maybe the movie is more involving.

"Between Marriage and Divorce: A Woman's Diary" by Susan Braudy. The author's marriage to her high school sweetheart falls apart as she faces challenges in her magazine-writing career. This 1975 book captures Upper West Side life of the time. I wondered what the husband would think reading details of the author's infidelity (he was not a saint either).

I finally sent out invoices going back to November.

My bar mitzvah boy nephew Jeffrey was in New York from Thursday-Sunday last week on a school drama class trip. The 30 kids and 5 teachers had a jam-packed schedule of shows, tours, workshops and meals. My sister gave me the itinerary and I figured I'd pop in at some point.

I waited in the lobby of Bubba Gump's on Friday, and soon a swarm of kids entered. "Aunt Ellen!??" said Jeffrey, not knowing I had his schedule. I recognized one of the girls from the bar mitzvah. I followed the group upstairs but did not eat with them, as I was headed to a movie screening. Also, their meals were pre-ordered and I didn't want to intrude.

The next day after seeing "Man Push Cart" I headed again to Times Square and met the group as "Tarzan" let out. The kids got autographs from 2 of the actors and the teachers then led them south. This seemed strange since I thought they were staying at the Hilton. They were, but there's a Hilton in Times Square I'd never noticed, as well as the one on 6th Ave. Good thing I didn't come by the hotel, since it would have been the wrong Hilton.

I went up to the messy room Jeffrey was sharing with 2 other boys (there was supposed to be a 4th but he got sick at the last minute). I went to use their bathroom, and the toilet paper was running low. Opening the closet door to see if there was more paper so they wouldn't run out, I found his roommate changing clothes. Oops! He was already dressed, but still. Can't take Auntie En anywhere.

We went back down where the group gathered in the lobby to walk to dinner and then see "Wicked." It was very cold and the teachers checked that these Miami kids were dressed warmly and gave them Chapstick. Jeffy told me one girl asked him who was that weird lady who seemed to be stalking him, but he explained it was only his aunt. I said I may be a weird lady, but I'm HIS weird lady. I walked up to Mars 2112 with the class, and then headed home.

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