That's what my kids call New York: the big city. Today I took Marilyn to see the Nutcracker at Lincoln Center for the first time. Since I was about 6 when I saw it for the first time, I thought the time was right. I got what I thought was an excellent bargain on our tickets but could hear my old college professor's words as we arrived at our seats "you get what you pay for."
Fifth ring, row K - too high! Higher than the top of the frame around the stage. Vertigo inducing high. So high we could see the orchestra down in the pit. So high we could see the hole in the stage where the giant tree grows from. So far, we could not even see the small Nutcracker. What a bummer. I wanted her first NYC Nutcracker experience to be perfection and I think we lost a lot of the impact due to our location.
Despite not having my expectations met, I could tell she had a great time. Hopefully she will have good memories of her first Nutcracker and the fountain at Lincoln Center. She'll remember Macy's and seeing the Santa village on 8. She will remember how good her first NYC bagel was and how she rode in a cab for the first time, twice. And maybe that she liked spending time with me. That's what really matters.