Sunday, June 1, 2008

New York, New York: Part Tres

We're back home now, plumb tuckered out from our 3-day NYC Fiesta.

To pick up where we left off yesterday--tromped thru puddles and dodged monsoon-sized rain drops to catch a cab to the theater yesterday afternoon. Watched a rousing rendition of "A Chorus Line," sans Mario Lopez. AC Slater, it seems, is on "hiatus" from May 11 thru June 3, so we missed him. Not too sad about that, though; he's probably a tad too young for the role of Zak. Plus, when we saw him try to kick with the chorus line from "ACL" on TV, he wasn't quite getting those gams up there in the air.

So, after the theater (Your Humble Scribe sounds so sophisticated and all up-towny talking like that, don't she?), we cabbed down to Macy's, 'cause that's Just. What. We. Do. After several many mucho más trips from floor to floor & from display to display, Ella settled on a rather modest (if we do say so ourselves) sundress for graduation. Whew! Glad that's settled!! Then we cabbed back to the hotel to rest up for the Grand Evening ahead.

And Grand it was. Ella treated us to dinner at The Algonquin Hotel, home of a decade's worth of fabulous & famous daily Round Table luncheons, featuring the NY Literati set of the 1920s. Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Alexander Woollcott, Heywood Broun, Marc Connelly, Franklin P. Adams, Edna Ferber, George S. Kaufman, EB White & Robert Sherwood, plus a revolving cast of other celebrities, including Harpo Marx & Tallulah Bankhead made up the Round Table crowd. We had once discussed staying at The Algonquin, but never made it there. Ella, knowing Your Humble Scribe's fascination with All Things Literary, thought a Grand Birthday Dinner would do the trick. And, sure 'nuff, it did. What a Sweet Kid!

We strolled along 5th Avenue after dinner, pretending we were Very Important People, and sneaking glances in the display windows of Prada, Fendi and Tiffany & Co.

This morning was one of those "throw away" days: sleeping in Plus leisurely breakfast Plus a stroll up 7th Avenue & back, in anticipation of catching a 1 p.m. train Back Home. We also caught up with The Naked Cowboy--aka Robert John Burck--who has been performing in Times Square in his skivvies for about 10 years & now makes in the Mid-6-Figures for his act & everything associated with it. Wish we looked so good in our underwear!

Back in our casita after an uneventful trip on the cattle car--no "special" train to transport us home! We are gearing up for the mass confusion & hysteria of Yearbook Distribution Day tomorrow--thank goodness for the small things!


Amy said...

I am *so* jealous about your literary adventures. Goal in life: be Dorothy Parker (without drinking shoe polish). Glad you had a good time!

Melissa B. said...

Ames: Shoe polish? I guess I hadn't heard that one! Can you believe Ella Numera Dos has grown up? She's a real Young Woman now!

Sean Hogan said...

The Naked Cowboy is in the news!


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