Adventures In Times Square!
I wanted to post some pictures from our adventures in Times Square. I am NOT PHOTOGENIC when I am HOT AND SWEATY, oy. I had mascara to my elbows, I think. Okay, I gotta run. I gotta do some frigging work around the house since MORE company is coming THIS weekend! It's crazier on the weekends now than it ever was when I played LIONE! OY!
This is me in Ellen's Stardust Diner (OH MY GOD THANK YOU AMBERSONG!) with Dan. That's a nummy milkshake in the foreground that was Dan's and I wanted to steal it. My face is red because the sun is HOT AND BRIGHT, yo. Wow.
This is me, like, BEAMING because our waitress stopped at our table and Paul snapped a pic. I was delighted by the whole experience. It was awesometastic. I'm easily amused.
This is Paul just outside the BB King blues club where we had beers and cooled off. It was hot as Satan's... yanno. This club was very cool, and I think I'd like to go back when they have a show.
This is the set at Avenue Q. I broke the rules and took a photograph before showtime. This show is offensive. That's why I liked it.
Most of you have been to the city and have some idea of what Times Square is like, but for my friends like Segwyne who have never gone, here is Times Square at 10:30 on a Saturday night in the dead of summer. Oh, and a GIANT TOYS'R'US where they have a GIANT 3-story ferris wheel that makes me think of Moira. It was a very cool place. I was standing outside Bubba Gumps. I had just found out that, le sigh, Le Dragon AKA The Wildebeest was not working, so I did not bother to eat there. I have forgiven The Wildebeest enough that I'd tip him. Probably with pennies, but I'd tip him. *teases*
But by far the best part of the day was finding out that:
1) Spiderman is REAL
2) Spiderman travels with coordinated luggage
3) Spiderman just wants a cold drink in the cafe I was at
4) Spiderman is photogenic
5) Real New Yorkers are not fazed by Spiderman in their midst. They are THAT cool. They didn't even LOOK. Only the tourist (putz in the black shirt -- real New Yorkers know it's too frigging hot to wear dark clothes in the sunlight) looked.
Seriously, you guys. I was sitting there drinking my SmartWater or whatever the hell I had just paid fifty gajillion quarters for, and gazing out the window. I was commenting that the comics are right -- you ARE forced to make constant decisions in NYC about whether or not to look at the most beautiful woman in the world or the craziest MAN in the world. Then... from out of the throngs stepped Spiderman, doot doot dooing right down 44th Street like a dude coming home from work. Except his work is SAVING BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN DISTRESS and SWINGING FROM BUILDINGS and being AWESOME like Chuck Norris!
I want that job.
This is me in Ellen's Stardust Diner (OH MY GOD THANK YOU AMBERSONG!) with Dan. That's a nummy milkshake in the foreground that was Dan's and I wanted to steal it. My face is red because the sun is HOT AND BRIGHT, yo. Wow.
This is me, like, BEAMING because our waitress stopped at our table and Paul snapped a pic. I was delighted by the whole experience. It was awesometastic. I'm easily amused.
This is Paul just outside the BB King blues club where we had beers and cooled off. It was hot as Satan's... yanno. This club was very cool, and I think I'd like to go back when they have a show.
This is the set at Avenue Q. I broke the rules and took a photograph before showtime. This show is offensive. That's why I liked it.
Most of you have been to the city and have some idea of what Times Square is like, but for my friends like Segwyne who have never gone, here is Times Square at 10:30 on a Saturday night in the dead of summer. Oh, and a GIANT TOYS'R'US where they have a GIANT 3-story ferris wheel that makes me think of Moira. It was a very cool place. I was standing outside Bubba Gumps. I had just found out that, le sigh, Le Dragon AKA The Wildebeest was not working, so I did not bother to eat there. I have forgiven The Wildebeest enough that I'd tip him. Probably with pennies, but I'd tip him. *teases*
But by far the best part of the day was finding out that:
1) Spiderman is REAL
2) Spiderman travels with coordinated luggage
3) Spiderman just wants a cold drink in the cafe I was at
4) Spiderman is photogenic
5) Real New Yorkers are not fazed by Spiderman in their midst. They are THAT cool. They didn't even LOOK. Only the tourist (putz in the black shirt -- real New Yorkers know it's too frigging hot to wear dark clothes in the sunlight) looked.
Seriously, you guys. I was sitting there drinking my SmartWater or whatever the hell I had just paid fifty gajillion quarters for, and gazing out the window. I was commenting that the comics are right -- you ARE forced to make constant decisions in NYC about whether or not to look at the most beautiful woman in the world or the craziest MAN in the world. Then... from out of the throngs stepped Spiderman, doot doot dooing right down 44th Street like a dude coming home from work. Except his work is SAVING BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN DISTRESS and SWINGING FROM BUILDINGS and being AWESOME like Chuck Norris!
I want that job.