Cash-cab?
Soooo I wanna go back to NYC. This weekend with that Boy (aka Jeff if you wanna be technical about it) was AMAZ-A-ZING. Kbye.
H'ok so. Here we go. LET'S GET IT ON LIKE DIDDY KONG!
So we got into JFK around 2:00, and got tickets for the bus to Grand Central Station. I forgot how very very insane New York City drivers are. I think nearly 40 died on that busride. Anywho, we got there, walked to the hotel, checked in, and marveled at our gorgeous view of a brick wall. The website said that our hotel was close to Times Square, but we didn't expect to turn left out of it and hit 7th Ave about 10 seconds later. It was basically awesome<3
So we walked around, did some shopping, I was tempted by a $50 Armani t-shirt (DIDN'TGIVEIN), were nap-core, ate some pizza for dinner (shogood), and got ourselves pretty for the show. It was about a 5-minute walk to the theatre (<333) where we saw "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," which pretty much made me pee is was so amazing. Sherie Rene Scott's understudy blew her out of the water. Annnnnnnnnnd Brian D'Arcy James is hawt kthnx. After that, we shopped some more (Jeff bought a Billy Joel songbook because they're in love), and we were super losers and crashed by midnight (WOOOPARTYPEOPLE).
Next morning, the Boy woke me up earlycore (lame) for a surprise. I was hesistant, seeing as 1) I hate being up early, 2) I hate unexplained walking, and 3) ...well, Jeff's just shifty. But he ended up taking me on a carriage ride through Central Park (ready 1 2 3 AWW). Even I admit that was pretty much the sweetest thing ever. I guess I like him alright. After that, we forraged for food (McDonalds wasn't open by 10:00am... I was so disillusioned), and after finding some, we walked around some more before getting to FAO Schwarz for the opening ceremonies at 11:00am. It.Was.Nuts.I.Love.Toys. We bought candy and loopy planes and yo-yos because we're 9 years old. I got my picture taken with a life-size Lego Hagrid. They had Barbies of Harry, Ron and Hermione at the Yule Ball. They had Piano dancers. Iwannalivetherrrrrrrre.
After that, we cabbed it back to the hotel to wait til Paul Iannello (<333333) got there from Long Island. We met up and took a cab for most of the 47 or so blocks to China Town. Ok, I went a little crazy. EVERYTHING WAS SO CHEAP AND YOU COULD BARTERRRRRRR. I got a purse int he shadiest way possible. A crazy Asian popped up and led us to an old building, into a service elevator, up 5 flights, and into a straight-up sweat-shop to a little closet FULL of bootlegs. SUP Coach knock-off supercute. Along with that, I got some earrings and a statue for my mom's birthday, presents for Leesher and Sara Jane (THEY CAN HAVE THEM ON FRIDAY SUP SLEEPOVER), a belly button ring, a shirt, a bowl for Pat's birthday (yeah it's shady SHADDUP), and a bunch of other crazy crap. Asianssssssss<3
Then we decided to be cool kids and walk all 47 blocks BACK to Times Square. In 94 degree heat. I'm actually dead right now and writing this from the afterlife. Anywho, it was clearly naptime after that. Then it was dinner, taking pictures of Times Square all touristy-like, and walking to "The Producers." Our seats were 2nd row balcony (real great), but two bitches in front of us kept leaning up so we had to manuever around them. So at intermission, we sprinted down to the main floor and snaked two seats 2ND ROW CENTER. We could see the sweat on their foreheads and the mics in their hair. It was the best thing everrrrrrrrrrr. Jeff made eye contact with Gary Beach (Roger Dubris). They had a moment. They're also in love.
So like the nerds we are, we waited outside the stagedoor for the actors. We met and got autographs from Max, Leo, and Ulla. They were all super cool, and Max talked to us about where we were from and such. Love him. As we were waiting to see if Gary Beach would come out, a black SUV pulls up and a couple of kids pop out...
Followed by TOM EFFIN HANKS.
Not.Even.Kidding. Hops out of the car, says "hi" to us, and dashes into the restaurant next door.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkaysup.
Not long after, Richard Griffiths (aka UNCLE EFFIN VERNON HPCORE) walks up after his show got out. I got my picture taken with THE Uncle Vernon Dursley. YOU'RESOJEALOUSINYOURLIFE.
Next morning was just more walking around and loving life in NYC.
Jeff got a new puppy. Her name is Minnie. She is the very smallest.
I still hate work. KBYEZ!
H'ok so. Here we go. LET'S GET IT ON LIKE DIDDY KONG!
So we got into JFK around 2:00, and got tickets for the bus to Grand Central Station. I forgot how very very insane New York City drivers are. I think nearly 40 died on that busride. Anywho, we got there, walked to the hotel, checked in, and marveled at our gorgeous view of a brick wall. The website said that our hotel was close to Times Square, but we didn't expect to turn left out of it and hit 7th Ave about 10 seconds later. It was basically awesome<3
So we walked around, did some shopping, I was tempted by a $50 Armani t-shirt (DIDN'TGIVEIN), were nap-core, ate some pizza for dinner (shogood), and got ourselves pretty for the show. It was about a 5-minute walk to the theatre (<333) where we saw "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," which pretty much made me pee is was so amazing. Sherie Rene Scott's understudy blew her out of the water. Annnnnnnnnnd Brian D'Arcy James is hawt kthnx. After that, we shopped some more (Jeff bought a Billy Joel songbook because they're in love), and we were super losers and crashed by midnight (WOOOPARTYPEOPLE).
Next morning, the Boy woke me up earlycore (lame) for a surprise. I was hesistant, seeing as 1) I hate being up early, 2) I hate unexplained walking, and 3) ...well, Jeff's just shifty. But he ended up taking me on a carriage ride through Central Park (ready 1 2 3 AWW). Even I admit that was pretty much the sweetest thing ever. I guess I like him alright. After that, we forraged for food (McDonalds wasn't open by 10:00am... I was so disillusioned), and after finding some, we walked around some more before getting to FAO Schwarz for the opening ceremonies at 11:00am. It.Was.Nuts.I.Love.Toys. We bought candy and loopy planes and yo-yos because we're 9 years old. I got my picture taken with a life-size Lego Hagrid. They had Barbies of Harry, Ron and Hermione at the Yule Ball. They had Piano dancers. Iwannalivetherrrrrrrre.
After that, we cabbed it back to the hotel to wait til Paul Iannello (<333333) got there from Long Island. We met up and took a cab for most of the 47 or so blocks to China Town. Ok, I went a little crazy. EVERYTHING WAS SO CHEAP AND YOU COULD BARTERRRRRRR. I got a purse int he shadiest way possible. A crazy Asian popped up and led us to an old building, into a service elevator, up 5 flights, and into a straight-up sweat-shop to a little closet FULL of bootlegs. SUP Coach knock-off supercute. Along with that, I got some earrings and a statue for my mom's birthday, presents for Leesher and Sara Jane (THEY CAN HAVE THEM ON FRIDAY SUP SLEEPOVER), a belly button ring, a shirt, a bowl for Pat's birthday (yeah it's shady SHADDUP), and a bunch of other crazy crap. Asianssssssss<3
Then we decided to be cool kids and walk all 47 blocks BACK to Times Square. In 94 degree heat. I'm actually dead right now and writing this from the afterlife. Anywho, it was clearly naptime after that. Then it was dinner, taking pictures of Times Square all touristy-like, and walking to "The Producers." Our seats were 2nd row balcony (real great), but two bitches in front of us kept leaning up so we had to manuever around them. So at intermission, we sprinted down to the main floor and snaked two seats 2ND ROW CENTER. We could see the sweat on their foreheads and the mics in their hair. It was the best thing everrrrrrrrrrr. Jeff made eye contact with Gary Beach (Roger Dubris). They had a moment. They're also in love.
So like the nerds we are, we waited outside the stagedoor for the actors. We met and got autographs from Max, Leo, and Ulla. They were all super cool, and Max talked to us about where we were from and such. Love him. As we were waiting to see if Gary Beach would come out, a black SUV pulls up and a couple of kids pop out...
Followed by TOM EFFIN HANKS.
Not.Even.Kidding. Hops out of the car, says "hi" to us, and dashes into the restaurant next door.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkaysup.
Not long after, Richard Griffiths (aka UNCLE EFFIN VERNON HPCORE) walks up after his show got out. I got my picture taken with THE Uncle Vernon Dursley. YOU'RESOJEALOUSINYOURLIFE.
Next morning was just more walking around and loving life in NYC.
Jeff got a new puppy. Her name is Minnie. She is the very smallest.
I still hate work. KBYEZ!