We drove up Friday night and arrived late, arriving at Jenny's mom's house. Hers Truly did not sleep much for the first half of the trip.
The trip had two goals: visit the grandparents and Coraline.
I'll skip the grandparent visit. There was one.
Jenny and I took the train into New York to see the stage version of Coraline. Disclaimer: The state version of Coraline has nothing in common with the Tim Burton film. It is a musical based on the same work; the Gaiman novel. The whole staging was small, off-Broadway, and generally experimental telling of the tale: one set dominated by pianos, five actors, and a keyboardist. All actors beside Coraline's tripled up on parts. A 50's something woman played Coraline. In general, they made it work.
What caught my attention about the shows was the composer, Stephen Merritt, whose work I considerably enjoy (usually).