Eventually, I decided it was time to go and check out some broadway.
I got absolutely drenched walking from the garment district to Time’s Square to buy some cheap* broadway tickets. I couldn't help but laugh and smile the whole time thinking, I specifically chose not to go to Vancouver this week because of the rain, and here I am. There must have been holes in my umbrella because I was still getting big ‘ol droplets of NYC rainwater right smack dab in the middle of my face. My sneakers we’re soaked, hair a mess, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
After stopping off at the AirBnb to freshen up, I headed to the show. Peep toe black heels, skin tight black leather pants, soft as silk v-neck tee, fitted black blazer, lavender floppy felt hat, a creme coloured clutch tucked under my left arm, and a camel crush silver gripped like a joint in my right hand. Hey! I had to protect the little gem from what had now become a slight drizzle in comparison to the downpour I trudged through earlier. With my hat pulled down over my face, to fight against the wicked breeze which would have taken it for a spin, I felt like this city was home; like this is where I was always meant to end up.
Beautiful (the broadway show) was… words don’t describe it. Albeit this was my first broadway show - so I have nothing to really compare it to, but it filled me up with immense joy and enough inspiration to last a lifetime.
*And by “cheap” I mean, half price don't mean shit when tickets still cost a hundred bucks. But it was SO worth every pretty penny!