You’re looking into and through the bottom of my glass just as I was finishing my Manhattan while in Manhattan yesterday evening. I’ve always wanted to do that and thanks to Reya who pointed us to a good spot not far from Penn Station. Yummy!

Yesterday we took the train in to New York City. We had tickets for the Michael Bublé concert at Radio City Music Hall. We find taking the train in frees us up from traffic, driving, and parking woes. I love being able to take advantage of public transportation. We were lucky as the train that was pulling into the station when we arrived turned out to be an express. Must nicer than the commuter that stops every ten minutes and crawls along like a large —and bumpy—slug. We decided to walk the short distance to our cocktail destination.

After sipping our Manhattans and sampling several dishes from the Tapas menu we were ready to make our way to the concert. Again, we opted to walk with the intention of hailing a cab when we got tired. We ended up walking all the way and although it was a bit warm and steamy, it was for the most part enjoyable.

That is until we got to Times Square. If you haven’t been there it’s ... well ... very neon and crowded with tourists. There was such a crush of people it was more like being borne along than merely walking, while all the time dodging people coming the other direction. Here is a mild example.

We made it through the crush of people to our destination:

We arrived just in time to find our seats and settle in before the curtain rose. Radio City is a beautiful venue for concert. Our seats were in the front row of the second mezzanine and we had a great view.

Michael Bublé was good but I liked it better when he sang his “crooner” songs than when he was singing something more contemporary. The band with him was superb and I think they outshone him just a little bit. He might be able to sing well, but he really can’t dance.There were about 3 numbers that both Rick and I thought were outstanding but the rest of the performance was just okay. He didn’t really wow us.

We were going to take a cab back to Penn Station but we weren’t having much luck; they all seemed to have passengers already. So, we walked. Ouch. I didn’t wear the right shoes and by this time had a few blisters popping up. When will I ever learn? We finally arrived home at 1:30 a.m. a little footsore and very tired, but happy with our night out. Whew! I think I am New-York-City-ed-out for now. We’ve been there twice in a month. Well ... maybe in a few weeks I’ll be ready to go back again ... some museums are calling my name ... or was it Tiffany’s?