Okay. So. Hm. This doesn’t sound real:
I went to New York with the chapel choir I joined this semester. For free. We just, you know, asked people for money and hopped on a bus to Manhattan.
We got in Sunday night and checked into the Hilton Millennium Hotel, which sits directly next to Ground Zero. Because we didn’t have anything specific to do until the following morning, we had the whole night to ourselves. A group of undergrads met in the lobby of the hotel and ventured to St. Marks Place in the East Village for dinner.
I got myself a nice, heaping bowl of pho and a—cough—beverage. The super bohemian, incredibly aloof waitress didn’t card any of us, which was great, because my healthy buzz was perfectly complimentary to the comedy burlesque show we attended after dinner.
"Stand Up and Take Your Clothes Off." Five stand-up comedy acts. Five comical burlesque dances. Our group of chapel choristers filled up an entire row of seats to watch comics mock burlesque dancing in a shoddy basement black box. It was a hilarious show (though I could have gone without the performance that included a rectal thermometer. But, hey, modern art, right?)
The next day, the choir did what choirs do and sang the Credo from Bach’s B Minor Mass in the Trinity Church on Wall St. (which—whoa—you can totally watch here!). I’ve missed choral music, and diving into Bach in a matter of weeks made up for the choirless semester I had in the fall.
The drive back was long. I’m still tired. And I’m still trying to grasp that that just happened yesterday.