rob degenhart

Early on, the  plan  was to leave Thursday, but I knew we needed to stay in order to see the show.  Nobody was ready to go anyway. So Thursday starts out late.  Me, Bobby and Jack hit the 6 train to 86th and entered Central Park by the Guggenheim ’round 10:45am.

Walked the path by the Reservoir. Bobby was thirsty, Jack was hungry and I had to pee, we saw the Obelisk, threw snowballs at the Delacorte Theater, barged in on the 11am Swedish Cottage Marionette Show then had our way with the Belvedere Castle.

We mostly ignored  Teresa’s texts till we got one from a taxi, she needed a cross street for the Boat House.

As we walked through the park to meet mom, great wisdom was spoke, snowballs thrown, things marked and people pwned.

At the Boat House, Jack was apparently viciously attacked by a little dog, that I later saw and laughed out loud.  Teresa showed up and we head to the dining room without reservations, it is Restaurant Week.

I talk Bobby into the Tuna, Sirloin, and Cake. The Sea Urchin sauce w/ the tuna was like something Jeff Probst would serve.  I look over and Bobby is gagging in is cloth napkin, “are you gonna puke?” was answered with a no nod and Survivor style gulp.

The dessert was killer and at one point I was seriously pwned by the waiter, he didn’t know it, but Bobby and Jack wouldn’t let me forget it.

Accidentally passed the Alice in Wonderland statue on the way out.  Teresa, Bobby and Jack to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum, me to the Davinnci’s  Workshop.

So back to the show, Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck, opening dates Thursday and Friday, Madison Square Garden. Bought and printed tickets with help of the concierge @ Affinina 50 around 4:30 for a 7:30 show.

Short cab ride across town.

dropped off on 7th, Penn Station and Madison Square Garden at 6:30pm, a heightened flow of people, two story images of NBA and NHL players as we entered the Gardens.

Found our seats just next to stage,watched the Garden fill up, the guitar tech tune and play with Clapton’s guitars. Chatted it up with those sitting next to us. Bobby mostly, effectively and appropriately ignoring me, as I am myself (what’s a 13 yr old to do?).

Beck played for 45 minutes. We head up for a soda after the set, I stay silent (hard for me), as we walk all they way to the concession area when Bobby says “Is Eric Clapton gonna rock as hard as Jeff Beck?” sadly, I knew the answer was no and reveled in the glory of the moment of my son just having his mind blown by a masterful musical performance in the famed MSG.  Here are the closing moments of Jeff Beck’s set shot from our seats on my iPhone.

Thanks Degenhart Family for a great Thursday February 19th, 2010  in NYC.

The big community garage sale continues today, Friday June 11th.  Come on out and shop!