but do we get the senior discount at shoney's?

The BF and I joke that when we're 60 we're not going to have anything left to do, because we're knocking out all the Old People Attractions early. This weekend proves the point.
It turned out to be one of the single best weekends we've had since moving to NYC, so here's a brief play-by-play:
Friday: Millions. Very cute little fable. Precocious kids, dead mom, visions of saints. See it.
Saturday: More exploring, this time the Lower East Side, which remains an enigma. After that we hit Urban Outfitters for jeans from the sale rack. (Group topic: What was the first store that made you feel a generation gap? Discuss.)
That night we saw the taping of A Prairie Home Companion, which was awesome. OK, yes, we were the two youngest people there by about 25 years. So what? Madeleine Peyroux kinda sucked, and acted like someone had insulted her shoes backstage, but Brooklyn bluegrass singer (um, what?) Jen Larson stole the show. Garrison was great, as expected.
Sunday: The BF surprised me by renting a car and announcing we were going to spend the day driving up along the Hudson. What he didn't do was plan an itinerary for us, which meant I had about 15 minutes to frantically print out as many Yahoo! maps as possible before we hit the road.
I'm a total planner, and the BF completely is not. He's fine just flinging himself into the wild blue Thruway and blindly hoping it all works out well. We're like Yin/Yang on vacation: He's the Impulsive, I'm the Compulsive. I suppose you need a little of both for success.
Our first stop was Sleepy Hollow, site of Washington Irving's home and some big (read: boring) manse that we stopped at briefly. Even we're not that old.
Next was Beacon, home of the Dia:Beacon arts center, which was well worth the trip. An amazing space, with equally amazing artwork.
After that, more driving, which meant tolls. And more tolls. And more tolls. Southerners aren't used to such. I think we spent as much on toll fares as we did to rent the car.
Two exits later -- and the exits are a lifetime apart -- we set out in search of Woodstock. Turns out the music festival wasn't actually held there, but don't tell that to hordes of hippies playing drum circles in the streets. Oddly enough, the whole place apparently closes up shop at 6 p.m. You'd think those old stoner dudes would keep the party going at least until 8.
Our last stop was New Paltz, where we had dinner with Swimmer Jeff. It's a little college town which made me not miss college one bit.
Back in the city, and after a brief detour of getting lost in Queens, I was exhausted. It's a good thing we're doing all the Old Folks stuff now because I'll need to rest when I'm 60.