Eric is flying into Norfolk, Virginia tomorrow to meet us in the Outer Banks. I was going to pick him up, but the drive is almost 2 hours each way, and he’s insisting uber is fine.
(I still feel bad)
((Not bad enough to pick him up, though.))
Eric is flying into Norfolk, Virginia tomorrow to meet us in the Outer Banks. I was going to pick him up, but the drive is almost 2 hours each way, and he’s insisting uber is fine.
(I still feel bad)
((Not bad enough to pick him up, though.))
Spectacular.
My only complaint is that Angelica Schuyler was played by a woman of Mexican descent, which, for me, just felt inauthentic.
Everyone knows Angelica was black.
Tutoring an 8 year old…
Me: “We’re going to have our Wednesday session on Monday instead, because I’m going to see Hamilton on Broadway.”
Kid: “Alexander Hamilton?!!!”
Me: “You know who he is?”
Kid: “Yes! A bastard, orphan…”
Me: “Oh, yikes, ok…”
Kid: “…son of a whore– AND a socks man! Which I think means he has a lot of socks. Or maybe he SELLS socks?”
Me: <head in hands>
Kid: “I’m not sure what a whore is, though.”
Friend: “Soooo how many days until the big day!?!”
Me (giddy): “99!!!!”
Friend: “Wait– really? I thought your wedding is in June?”
Me: “Oh oh OH. I thought you meant how many days ’til I see Hamilton.”