Fairytale of New York, without the Pogues
By popular demand of Skwashy, here is the story of My Trip to New York. The kind of stuff only fascinating to the teller and her indulgent big sister.
Austin International: "Your tickets were cancelled."
Me: sputter sput sput
Austin International:"Yep! Says right here!"
Me: I'llpayanythingjustgetmeonaplanewaaaaaaaaaa
The damage wasn't too bad, flew into LaGuardia instead, cheaper. Saw the Statue of Liberty from the plane and refused to cai. Hostess had divine Peruvian dinner waiting, then blasted off for Soho because I was too embarrassed to be a lump and go to bed. Good thing, or I'd've missed Marie's Crisis Cafe! where we sang songs from Sweeney Todd at the top of our tuneless lungs round the piano. Thankfully there were lots of underemployed Broadway Babies around to drown us out. Shopping at the schlocky tourist shops, I found a bracelet for a hostess gift and she treated it like a store credit and chose 12 different things before deciding on a hot pink scarf. (She loved it, everybody's happy.) Other bars, other rooms.
Day 2: Breakfast with Arielle's friends who all seem to be makeup artistes for SNL and one Intuitive Healer (discoloration under eyes is adrenals, above eyes is liver), in Chelsea, at a place that made yummy sushi burritos. Coney Island, where we were buttonholed to help in the sideshow. We stood on the tattooed man's stomach with the help of Madame Twisto while he lay on a bed of (sharp) nails. Tiny famous person next to me: Annabella Sciorra. Italian dinner in Brooklyn, drunk on one glass of red. Working up to half a glass.
Monday = Roamed around Brklyn, Israeli lunch of softboiled eggs and goat cheese, better than it sounds, Took the A Train to the Guggenheim, rich man in expensive suit bellowing 'fuckin asshole' at a car going by. Four kongas, then applause, on the subway. Joe joined us later that eve. A delicious blank.
Tuesday = Went to MoMA too late to go in because I'd been a philistine and shopped too long in the East Village. Met with Sanae, a friend since pre-school, dinner, home to Peruvian fried flan.
Wednesday - Central Park and the Neue Gallerie to see the Portraits of an Age show of German and Austrian photography from 1900-1938. Went ape and bought the book, the poster. Ate salmon pate on rye with gerkins sliced into tiny fans at the swanky Cafe Sabarsky attached. Clarinet playing My Favorite Things, Miles' version, on the subway.
Thursday - MoMa for reals, met up with Arielle for all you can eat dessert buffet at The View, a revolving hotel restaurant with chocolate fountain a mile in the air. Then to B'way to see The Pillowman with Jeff Goldblum and Billy Crudup: http://www.pillowmanonbroadway.com/
Friday -The Brooklyn Transit Museum (how the subways came to be...in an inactive subway!), Brooklyn Historical Society (farmer Schuyler went mad after being offered 70K for his land. Me too.), lamb pitas and Turkish coffee at Bedouin Tent, the Little Schubert to see Shockheaded Peter: http://www.shockheadedpeter.com/. Don't forget http://www.shockheadedpeter.com/video.html and http://www.shockheadedpeternyc.com/. Skipping down Times Square singing "Snip SNIIIIP! off go his thumbs!"
Saturday - coffee at BarTabac, walked across Bklyn Bridge with Rachel and Dancinmarie on my mind, dim sum in Chinatown with A. and Sanae, Little Italy, Soho, West Village, Tompkins(?) Square park had a juggler who got an audience member up on his shoulders and then got on a unicycle., Path Train to Hoboken, Joe took us to Newark to see insane Cherry Blossoms, then huge paella dinner in the Portuguese district.. total collapse in front of TV to watch mad Alan Cumming in musical version of Reefer Madness!
Sunday - home. More collapsing.
Austin International: "Your tickets were cancelled."
Me: sputter sput sput
Austin International:"Yep! Says right here!"
Me: I'llpayanythingjustgetmeonaplanewaaaaaaaaaa
The damage wasn't too bad, flew into LaGuardia instead, cheaper. Saw the Statue of Liberty from the plane and refused to cai. Hostess had divine Peruvian dinner waiting, then blasted off for Soho because I was too embarrassed to be a lump and go to bed. Good thing, or I'd've missed Marie's Crisis Cafe! where we sang songs from Sweeney Todd at the top of our tuneless lungs round the piano. Thankfully there were lots of underemployed Broadway Babies around to drown us out. Shopping at the schlocky tourist shops, I found a bracelet for a hostess gift and she treated it like a store credit and chose 12 different things before deciding on a hot pink scarf. (She loved it, everybody's happy.) Other bars, other rooms.
Day 2: Breakfast with Arielle's friends who all seem to be makeup artistes for SNL and one Intuitive Healer (discoloration under eyes is adrenals, above eyes is liver), in Chelsea, at a place that made yummy sushi burritos. Coney Island, where we were buttonholed to help in the sideshow. We stood on the tattooed man's stomach with the help of Madame Twisto while he lay on a bed of (sharp) nails. Tiny famous person next to me: Annabella Sciorra. Italian dinner in Brooklyn, drunk on one glass of red. Working up to half a glass.
Monday = Roamed around Brklyn, Israeli lunch of softboiled eggs and goat cheese, better than it sounds, Took the A Train to the Guggenheim, rich man in expensive suit bellowing 'fuckin asshole' at a car going by. Four kongas, then applause, on the subway. Joe joined us later that eve. A delicious blank.
Tuesday = Went to MoMA too late to go in because I'd been a philistine and shopped too long in the East Village. Met with Sanae, a friend since pre-school, dinner, home to Peruvian fried flan.
Wednesday - Central Park and the Neue Gallerie to see the Portraits of an Age show of German and Austrian photography from 1900-1938. Went ape and bought the book, the poster. Ate salmon pate on rye with gerkins sliced into tiny fans at the swanky Cafe Sabarsky attached. Clarinet playing My Favorite Things, Miles' version, on the subway.
Thursday - MoMa for reals, met up with Arielle for all you can eat dessert buffet at The View, a revolving hotel restaurant with chocolate fountain a mile in the air. Then to B'way to see The Pillowman with Jeff Goldblum and Billy Crudup: http://www.pillowmanonbroadway.com/
Friday -The Brooklyn Transit Museum (how the subways came to be...in an inactive subway!), Brooklyn Historical Society (farmer Schuyler went mad after being offered 70K for his land. Me too.), lamb pitas and Turkish coffee at Bedouin Tent, the Little Schubert to see Shockheaded Peter: http://www.shockheadedpeter.com/. Don't forget http://www.shockheadedpeter.com/video.html and http://www.shockheadedpeternyc.com/. Skipping down Times Square singing "Snip SNIIIIP! off go his thumbs!"
Saturday - coffee at BarTabac, walked across Bklyn Bridge with Rachel and Dancinmarie on my mind, dim sum in Chinatown with A. and Sanae, Little Italy, Soho, West Village, Tompkins(?) Square park had a juggler who got an audience member up on his shoulders and then got on a unicycle., Path Train to Hoboken, Joe took us to Newark to see insane Cherry Blossoms, then huge paella dinner in the Portuguese district.. total collapse in front of TV to watch mad Alan Cumming in musical version of Reefer Madness!
Sunday - home. More collapsing.