Frozen

"This area is frozen." New York, seriously, you crack me up.  I thought we were impatient in Los Angeles, but we are Zen-like and decidedly gluten-free in comparison to you.  I refer you to the POTUS situation that occurred right after Bubbles and I exited the very entertaining "Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder."   The barricades went up.  The streets shut down.  No one was allowed to cross this way, that way or any which way.  "This area is frozen," announced a New York cop, unhappy info that left many locals ornery.  "We have an important meeting to get to," a woman told the cop.  "You're gonna be late," he said.  "We've got a car waiting for us," another woman said.  "They're gonna have to keep waitin'." "How long is this gonna take?" a man asked.  "It'll take however long it takes," the cop said.  "What the @#$%'s goin' on here?" another concerned citizen inquired.  "The President's in town," the cop said.  Agonizing groans and lively curse words could be heard up and down 8th Avenue.  The general consensus:  "He should stay in Washington where he belongs." Yet Bubbles and I found the whole incident thrilling... even though it interfered with our desperate need for caffeine.

Debbi "Bubbles" Fuhrman waves hi to POTUS.

The last time I saw two Broadway shows in one day was... never.  I needed to be caffeinated and semi-alert.  Finally, the limo carrying POTUS zoomed by, presidentially, and Bubbles and I waved and shouted like good liberal Jewish gals.  And then the crowd started to turn.  POTUS or not, these New Yorkers were done waiting.  They intended to cross the street and get wherever they were going right now.  The general consensus:  Screw the barricades.  We're outta here.  "Follow me," Bubbles shouted, and off she went, the SJG trailing behind, praying I made it to the other side.

"Bullets Over Broadway"

Later on, we met up with the lovely and talented Connie Ray, and saw "Bullets Over Broadway," the strangest combination of fabulous tap dancing and old standards that have no business being in this particular musical.  The big finale: "Yes, We Have No Bananas." That pretty much sums up this hit or miss, not very good show.  But we had fun, regardless.

Two blurry gals:  The tall, lovely and talented Connie Ray 
and the short out-of-towner