YBW and I made a whirlwind thirty-six hour weekend trip to NYC to see Alan Cumming in Cabaret and I documented the trip via Snapchat. It was out of character for me to not pull out the Lumix…but I felt playful and wanted to do something completely different.
Thing 2 sent this in reply to a pic of YBW and me in the security line:
(A tiny wine plant being a reference to the movie French Kiss.)
To which I replied:
I sat in the absolute worst spot waiting to board the plane:
(A la the knight in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.)
We rode the E train from JFK to 7th Avenue:
(Their subway is FOUL!)
Checking in at the Wellington:
Walking through the park just the other day baby. Whaddya, whaddya think I saw?:
(It was 12 degrees but we loved it.)
A trip to the Met after the long walk through the park wore us out…we sat in the floor for a while, YBW Ingressed and I gave my still healing foot a rest.
Our view was pretty though:
Dinner before the play. Two pints of my beloved Harp:
(From BBC’s Coupling, but Sally and Patrick had martinis not beer.)
The Kit Kat Klub at Studio 54:
(YBW asked me not to take pics while Alan Cumming was on stage so as not to get us thrown out, please and thank you.)
Whirlwind but SO MUCH FUN!
I’m glad I’m writing again.
After a three month term break, I’m back to school…
My co-teacher and I are committed to bringing Dot to life…
These things will take time, but I will MAKE time to write…for me and for you.
Life isn’t always a cabaret old chum, but we can leave our troubles outside.
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