Holy Crap, it’s 2017…
A preferable time as any year without Mrs. Putin looming as incoming president is a damn good reason to celebrate.
A preferable time as any year without Mrs. Putin looming as incoming president is a damn good reason to celebrate.
This week, if it’s Sunday it is Miami’s Fashion District.
All my theatre friends told me I MUST see Dear Evan Hansen. I broke with tradition and bought full price tickets well in advance of the opening.
Monthly parking in New York City is the same price as a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes. It has become ridiculous. I keep a car in the city because I am the perfect daughter and visit my mom twice a week in Connecticut.
Today, is probably one of the most concerning, emotionally paralyzing days of my life. The worse case scenario is now a reality along with financial fears when the market opens this morning. Nothing to be said. A diversion is much needed. I shall provide a temporary distraction. Read on. I hit up the NYC museums…
Thankfully, Dead Man Walking, aka the Donald Trump Reality Show, is almost over. We all are in desperate need of escapism. Midtown Manhattan has a deal you can’t refuse.
A rainy Saturday in Manhattan screams movies.
It has been somewhat of a trying week.
The other day my daughter and I dropped in on a neighbor.
I am exhilarated. Last night I met my new best friend.
No, I won’t grow up and yes, Peter Pan is still my idol.
I have loved James Corden for years.
The state of the world in general demands distractions.
Let the holiday weekend begin. We were up and out early to beat the anticipated crowds at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Just go straight. Hop on a bike and cruise the visually enticing Hudson River Bike Path.
What’s happened to movies?
What a delicious evening.
Yesterday dawned dull and humid. I entertained thoughts of hanging out all day, but this is New York City!
Yesterday, I found myself on yet another island. Without the aide of sun, white sand, turquoise waters and a mango daiquiri, I still found paradise on the island of Manhattan.
The broads hit up the Broad.