In all, it was a lovely weekend which included an unexpected summer night in Central Park with Twelfth Night which was fantastic and Anne Hathaway, despite everything the haters would say, who was really quite good. I might even like her now. Afterward there was a torrential downpour and singing in the rain and there was a bar with overflowing cheap beer and Michael Jackson and a long staggering walk back to Times Square. There also may have been bras on the wall. I'm a classy broad, I know.
I'm in no place to comment due to the fact that I spent the night with Bud Light in a bar with bras on the wall, but I really must say that Central Park is magic at night.
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