Sunday, May 21, 2017
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 8:58 AM
Saturday, May 20, 2017
At first, it didn't sound so terrible. A 5 o'clock flight out of JFK was delayed an hour. No big deal. Then an hour became an hour and a half. Then another hour. Then there was the brief mention of a "mechanical issue." Then there was a terminal change and a long walk to Gate B-Something. Then a jaunty shuttle ride to Terminal Confusion, Gate Who Cares. Does anybody know what flight we're on? Anybody? And where we're sitting on the plane? And what's our departure time? 8:05? 8:0... Oh, eff that, I'm not asking anymore.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 9:42 AM
Friday, May 19, 2017
"Step right up to the CW Upfront. Actually, please stay in your seat unless you're an important TV star. Are you listening, SJG?"
Gina Rodriguez, star of "Jane The Virgin," steps right up and does the "Step and Repeat" in front of the CW corporate logo. The what? According to hubby, the stars "step and repeat" interviews in front of this snazzy backdrop. That sounds fun. Like a dance step! Why don't I try it? Don't mind if I do.
The SJG does the "Step and Repeat" for hubby. In all the excitement, I forgot to flash the jazz hands. @#$%! Maybe next year.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 5:14 AM
Thursday, May 18, 2017
On a hot, muggy NYC day, it was a dream come true to see Bette Midler in my all-time favorite show "Hello, Dolly!" I was so happy, so gleeful, so completely giddy, that I had to fight the urge to sing every song out loud. All it took was one dirty look from the lozenge-sucking gal next to me to get myself under control. That's how far I've come. Aren't you proud of your SJG? But come on! Bette and David Hyde Pierce starring in the greatest, funniest Broadway extravaganza? Best. Time. Ever. I may never get over it. Never!
I know, I know, Josh Groban looks a lot like Tevya. But get a grip, nice people. He's Pierre.
Two shows in one day? What am I, crazy? A little bit, or a lot, depending on the angle. "Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812" is the craziest pop opera this dainty-ass Jew has ever seen. Good thing Bubbles was with me to interpret and join in the silliness of it all. The audience gets pulled into the show at every turn. At one point, Bubbles and I were part of the musical accompaniment. I'm serious. We think we deserve compensation. Don't worry, we've got our attorneys on it. In the meantime, I wish I could tell you what this wild Russian show is about, but it's beyond my limited, overly-pollenated brain. I mean, there's a chart in the program with arrows and everything. Let's just say it's an avant garde, wackadoodle, super-inspired musical take on "War & Peace" and you can't hum a song from this circus to save your life.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 6:17 AM
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Bubbles, aka Debbi Fuhrman, at the entrance
of Central Park, sitting on art.
What kind of art? A recreated ritzy Gilded Age ballroom.
Naturally, Bubbles and I felt right at home.
I know, I know, you don't want I should get too artsy on you.
So here's a pretty shot of Central Park.
Okay, back to the art, this time at the Met:
George Seurat's Circus Sideshow.
Once again, Bubbles and the SJG fit right in.
Moments before the amazing, emotional roller coaster
ride of "Dear Evan Hansen." Lucky me, I got to see it
with Connie Ray, star of telly, stage and screen. One of us wept
uncontrollably. Hint: it wasn't the non-thespian.
Ben Platt, star and future Tony winner. It was so nice of him
to pose for this photo. What a mensch.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 5:51 AM
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
... unlike these two, who tower over me
Daniel Dae Kim
"Daniel Dae Kim?!" "Go on." "Really?" "You can do it." So I stand up, feeling bold, feeling strong, and right then, our very tall friend Mark arrives, and there are hugs and happy greetings and by the time we sit down, Daniel Dae Kim... oh, it pains me to tell you... is gone. But don't cry, nice people. I still have today to
stalk see him, and maybe even tomorrow. The CBS Upfront isn't till Wednesday. Hope isn't lost. I'll just sit here in the bar till he shows up again.
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 5:35 AM