In late fall I decided I needed something to look forward to, so booked myself a little mini-day trip to New York to see a show. I belatedly realized I had picked the same weekend as BroadwayCon and thought about extending my stay, but ended up choosing not to.
The things I had not properly remembered were that, ten years ago it snowed like hell on BroadwayCon weekend and well, we were due for a repeat.
When I first saw the forecast for snow I figured, this will probably change, I like snow, I really want to see the show, and with the cast having announced they are leaving now, new tickets will be hard to come by, plus, I know people in New York so if I get stranded I have options.
And then the forecast basically shifted so that the storm was going to be at it's worst right during my train back. A train that has a crew change in Philadelphia. And well, after I told like six people I was just gonna go for it and see what happened, I started to feel like would I consider other people who decided to go somewhere during the worst of the snow/sleet absolute fools? And since the answer was yes, maybe I should not be a fool. Intentionally at least. I had a little bit of concern that if I cancelled it would then not snow, but I reminded myself, I was not actually in charge of the weather. I was just in charge of making decisions for myself.
So I did a little what would be a good other day to go research, and then had a weird issue where my bank card wouldn't work so I called it a night.
And woke up Friday morning to discover that Amtrak had cancelled my trip, and so was offering me free rebooking. And Telecharge kindly let me buy a new ticket and refunded my original one.
And so instead I braved the cold and got breakfast tacos and pastries with a friend and then settled into the couch with my cat and my knitting. It was not the adventure I had planned for myself. But there was reading, and baking. And I listened to the cast album to get my remote Broadway feels in.
