Champagne Makes Me Drowsy

Looking out at the United Nations building from a friend's apartment at 42nd street, and a sparkling sun on the East River. Paid too much for the Drowsy Chaperone ticket last night and it was worth every penny and more. Simply magical. I think I may have to catch Sondheim's Company at the matinee. Far more stories from New York than I have time to write here - suffice it to say that, as with London, I could very easily find myself living here. And I can say that about few places in the world with as much conviction.

Off to Tarrytown in a few moments and what promises to be a bit of a surreal wedding. There shall also be a fair amount of Rum and Cokes - as we have some duty free supplies and the bar might just be open. Bling Bling.

Have you seen Robert Cheruiyot's crazy fall right at the bitter end of the Chicago Marathon? Spectacularly funny in irony's finest sense, although it is also hard not to feel sorry for him.

Here are some closing words from As You Like It for the occasion. More late Sunday.

ROSALIND
I'll have no father, if you be not he:
I'll have no husband, if you be not he:
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

HYMEN
Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands
To join in Hymen's bands,
If truth holds true contents.
You and you no cross shall part:
You and you are heart in heart
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord:
You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning;
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and these things finish.

SONG.
Wedding is great Juno's crown:
O blessed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown,
To Hymen, god of every town!