L to R: Olivia, Rachel, and Becca waiting for the train in Baltimore.
This is me in front of the Algonquin hotel.
Here is why I might not have posted this pic--due to my inordinate fondness for Newton's third law of motion, I felt compelled, as usual, to blink just as the shutter opened.
Here's why I posted it anyway--Bloomfield took it. Really. Go ahead, don't believe me.
Wait, I'll prove it. See the girls in front of the Blue Bar? Go ask the bartender. He'll tell you. Had a drink with Bloo right in there, then the girls and I went to see RENT. If he tells you I was in there with Elvis he's lying.
Girls in the Nederlander Theater. These are some major Rentheads. Sad to say, we did not have the $20 front row tickets they award in a nightly lottery.
After the Phantom matinee on Saturday, we ate in Ellen's Stardust Diner. If it were up to me, hiking several blocks out of Times Square would do wonders for my appetite. But I didn't pick. The wait staffers here are all Broadway wannabes--and this was fun: Crowded and tacky maybe, but these kids could sing. Here I'm trying to include the couple who were on a table behind the girls singing Puttin' on the Ritz, but my camera was having a slow day.
By the end of Saturday you could pretty much wipe the floor with us. I tried to bump us to an earlier train, but was informed that we'd lose our AAA discount and I'd owe them another $200. I declined and we went to Starbucks and sat around acting punch drunk. Here are the girls in Penn Station waiting for our track number.
