Taking a Bite out of the Big Apple

Shlomo and I just returned from five glorious days in New York. Ah, New York...how I love thee. Lately, we seem to go every three or four months even if it is just for the weekend. It's one of our favorite things to do...the theatre...the shopping...the shopping...the food...the theatre...the shopping...okay, you get the drift. Oh yeah, and usually if we are there for more than two days, we try to work in a museum and shopping in the gift shop, of course.

Highlights from the trip:

• Pink. I think that is enough said on that subject. I love their shirts. Even Shlomo appears to have converted to my way of thinking.
• Cufflinks half-price and Barneys...I love me some garnets with smoky topaz.
• Spring Awakening...the second time was better than the first. Front-row, baby!
• Seeing Greg Brady walking down 46th Street on our way to see Kevin Kline and Jennifer Garner in Cyrano de Bergerac.
• Jimmy Smits sitting two rows in front of us at Cyrano. Hello, Gorgeous! Who knew he was like nine feet tall? Also, people, if a celebrity puts on their cap and glasses at intermission, it means they want to be left alone. They deserve a private life like everyone else.
• Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow! There was at least a little bit falling on every day but one. I loved it. Shlomo hated it.
• Late night snack at the Russian Tea Room. I felt just like I was Angela Bower on Who's the Boss? dining there. She always went there with her high-filutin' clients. It seemed so glamorous then. Dining there fulfilled a life-long dream of a little gay boy in Hicksville, Arkansas. Caviar...yum!
• Any day wandering the streets of Soho is a good day. But, those cobble-stones can be a bitch. My feet may never recover.
• Buying a leather jacket on Sunday at Bloomingdale's 40% off and going back to the store on Monday only to discover that the sale was over. Yippee for me. It's like buttah!
• Brunch at Norma's with the best hot chocolate I have ever had. Valrona and cream...can't go wrong there.
• Jackson Pollock at the MOMA...with the shine only tarnished slightly due to the fact that Shlomo kept referring to him as John Pollock.
• More ridiculous shopping to be blogged about later.
• Xanadu, Die Mommie Die!, Rosie Perez in The Ritz, and Young Frankenstein...sorry Fronk-uhn-steen. Okay, there was not a bad play in the bunch. Picking a favorite is like picking a favorite Menendez brother...impossible!
• Three episodes of Gossip Girl on the flight back. It's getting good. Reeeeeaaaaallllll gooooooood.

Alas, now I am back home and struggling through a not-so-glorious day at the office. In the meantime, I will have to content myself with this, this, and this.