Rebel Prince

Thom and I are off to New York tomorrow! And it happens that our anniversary getaway coincides with a couple of events: Pride (the parade and festival are on Sunday) and Restaurant Week (in which participating restaurants are offering prix fixe, three-course lunch for $20.12 and dinner for $30.12). We’ve already made reservations at a few restaurants using OpenTable, which makes it super easy.

Theater is essential to a New York trip, of course; we’ve decided on Bombay Dreams, Assassins, and Rent. (On our last trip, we saw Wicked and Avenue Q.) Thom hasn’t seen Rent before (incroyable, right?); I’ve seen it on tour a few times, but not yet on Broadway, so it’ll be kind of a first for me too. What else? Shopping, definitely. And art. I’ll look up what’s on at the galleries, and there are a handful of exhibits I want to check out at the Met, especially a couple on Art Deco.

Any other must-sees or must-dos? We’ll be in the city through Tuesday. If all goes well with the hotel’s free Wi-Fi, I’ll try to file a trip report. And I’m bringing along my digital camera, for which I finally bought a new, more spacious memory card. (By the way, the plastic packaging for those cards are so freakin’ hard to open.)

Have a great weekend, kids.

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Nate Lippens offers “Advice for Recent Arrivals: Dos & Don’ts & More Don’ts for Gay Boy Refugees” in The Stranger’s queer issue:

So you made it out of that backwater town in one piece. Now comes the hard part—acclimating to a new place and living an openly gay life. Soon enough you will discover which bars cater to your distorted physical ideals, that meth is very bad, and that a deep tan is ugly and pre-cancerous—but what about the other stuff? Here’s a cheat sheet to save you some time and trouble.

Note to self: I am not a strong black woman.

Aside: A few weeks ago, I started to tell Thom about an article I had read in The Stranger (you know, the Seattle weekly), and responding to my question about whether he was familiar with the paper, he said, “Oh, so you don’t mean the Camus novel?” I love this man.

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