I’m alone in my hotel room eating cheesecake from the deli next door. FUCK I LOVE YOU NEW YORK.
Today I saw The Book of Mormon (SO GOOOOOD and groundbreaking, I totally see why it won Best New Musical) and I just got home from Potted Potter (really funny, lots of improv and British humor, and the actors ensnared my heart).
Tomorrow we’re going shopping (Babeland, anyone?) and then seeing Streetcar and then we’ll head home.