Yesterday was my whirlwind tour with my 8yo in NYC. Plan included: Museum of Natural History, Rockefeller Center, early dinner at a great restaurant, Tree, St Patrick’s, Lion King.
Covid unknowns layered and ambushed every step of the way. Reservations & time mean nothing.
Quite early for play, we got on line 1 hour ahead of curtain and we were told that son needed a negative test in addition to proof his first jab. Launched into Times Square for a sidewalk test, and endless line greeted us. We were rushed to another location in 3rd floor of a vacant office building with a temp triage. This looked very Soviet-era setup. Scary. Sketchy. I begged folks to let us front of line…they capitulated. Kid took test. Rushed back to Minskoff theatre to await results.
Still waiting. Results were prolly sent to Gulag.
Thank goodness a French family in same predicament, handed me a self test… so there I was, swabbing my kids nose, into viles of some liquid, a strip of another thing and listening intently to French directions. (They helped another family too.
Presented negative results to a security guard in time for Rafiki’s opener.
Science.
19,500 steps.