You were the only one not on the streets of New York on Wednesday! AND
it was one of the hottest days of the summer. Still, we had fun.
You know the storyline for Mamma Mia!, right? Twenty-year old Sophie
Sheridan is about to be married on a Greek island where her mother owns
a little resort hotel (and why not?)
Sophie would like a traditional wedding where her father would walk her
down the aisle. Problem is, she’s not sure which of three of her mother’s
old boyfriends is her father. So, guess what, she secretly invites all
three of them to the wedding and they arrive at the island, along with
her mother’s two old girlfriends (they were in a singing dance trio in
the 70s–yes, we heard some of their old arrangements) and the plot
thickens along with healthy doses of song and dance.
The music is by AbBA (can’t make a backwards second “B”) and the
whole theater resounds with:
Take A Chance On Me
By the ending the whole audience is standing, singing along.
It’s interesting that a few years ago Other Half and I went to see
Mamma Mia! at the same Winter Garden and it turned out that
we had seats in the second row RIGHT BEHIND the music
director who ran the whole show from her synthesizer—quite
a thrill. This time we were about 8 rows back—still pretty good!
See the older man and woman in next photo? That’s not us, but
THOSE were our seats first time around at Mamma Mia! You
can just barely see the music book for the show: (click to enlarge)
Anyway, you won’t be surprised to learn that everything in the play
turns out OK, and we left the theater with throbbing music playing
the tunes from the show. Absolute fun. By the way, the play was
taken from a book by Catherine Johnson. Might be fun to look that
How else did the day go? Well, we stepped out of Port Authority
Bus Terminal, looking straight ahead at the New York Times building:
and went directly next door to Dean and Deluca for a lovely little
lunch that hit the spot. Convenient! And we marveled that so far
it really wasn’t that hot walking around in New York (having gone
half a block or less).
The streets were packed with people. After a little walking, we
ducked into the M&M store on 7th. You were the only one not in
there, but must admit it’s an interesting place—3 floors, 4? Never
saw so many M&Ms in one place. And the colors!
You can even buy personalized M&Ms and we were tempted but knew
they’d melt. Yes even M&Ms would melt in the “real feel” 103 degrees
out on those streets. One granddaughter bought some cute pajama pants.
We didn’t have all that much time before the 2 pm matinee, so we went
along to the theater to collect our tickets early. It was so nice and cool
in the theater that we just stayed and did some people watching.
It’s a beautiful theater and known for its long running shows. There
have been only two shows there since 1982: Cats which ran for 18
years (!) and now Mamma Mia! in its 13th year.
Anyway, after the show let out, we walked toward 5th Avenue to
window shop, passing Radio City Music Hall and NBC Studios.
Fashion store Anthropologie caught the girls’ eyes, and we headed
in there for two hours (I’m not kidding here). After looking around
a little I found my favorite thing which was a clever wall design:
Paint-by-Number! I love it!
Another inside view:
Actually, I was most impressed by how earnestly and
intensely the shoppers were shopping! I mean, not just
idly browsing the racks, but each of them carrying two or
three hanging garments and checking out each and every
accessory, tchochke, book, ornament, or piece of jewelry,
bottle of scent. I was seated by a large cupboard of pottery
on sale and you’d be surprised how many women studied
those plates and cups and bowls! What a grand inspection!
And this was at six pm after a long hot day. Why weren’t
they home? Guess I’m just a country mouse after all.
Finally, five items were selected, here’s one:
and we hurried out to catch our 7:30 pm bus back home.
It was the last bus for the night, so we had to hurry for about
12 blocks . . .exciting . . .not an empty cab in sight. We raced by
Rockefeller Center . . .
picturing a different scene in winter—-ice skating and the huge
Christmas tree . . .but kept hurrying toward the bus station.
Happily, we had missed the crowded commuter times, and nearly
had the bus to ourselves.
It was a pleasant quiet ride and we could sit back and think about
our busy day in New York.