We decided to see A Chorus Line once more. It's a simple premise as the potential cast for a chorus line are assembled and divulge their back-stories, hopes and aspirations.
No need to worry about attendance. This is still a hot ticket!
No need to worry about attendance. This is still a hot ticket!
Then I branched out to a few other venues. The Waldorf Astoria, when I still had points make prizes, and I could get invited out of the checkin line to the special checkin with champagne service. Sadly the Waldorf looks like a building site at present - undergoing renovations, which include reducing the number of rooms. Sounds expensive.
Then there's the Pierre, up by Central Park. Another old-school ritzy type of venue, where I was fortunate enough to be placed in the spacious Presidential Suite - with its own manned elevator. I was fronting a group of high rollers on that occasion, but came out as the top banana. I still remember hiring a ballroom and the $38,000 bill (not just for me, I hasten to add). I asked for the bill to be printed and received about a foot of fan-folded paper (which had certain blackmail potential).
Subsequent visits have been more modest but I was still able to stay at (for example) The Soho Grand, which is like an all-night party.
And this time still spiffy on the 10th floor in Chelsea.
We decided to see a show on Broadway and the criteria was a musical not already in London.
We picked Water for Elephants. which was playing along the busy part adjacent to Broadway, yet is reminiscent of a building site. London's West End is certainly tidier.
The High Line is quite an attraction, leading along the old train tracks from Chelsea Village up into midtown.
Industrial heritage becomes mindful.
I can't really believe we did it all in a single day, but somehow, we did.
Nowadays we'd do some of those sights in depth and take a whole day, like on this trip we did my first ever trip to the Statue of Liberty and to Ellis Island. I've flown around them in a helicopter previously. Both are interesting, although they don't really tell you about the very long queues to get the ferries. And we were queueing in a New York heat wave.
I've hidden the 4th July proclamation being held up in Liberty's other arm. I'm not sure how well it is stacks up at present.
As PJ Harvey's soundtrack says: