Many sights to behold during December in New York City.
I was lucky enough to catch some of them earlier this month. The Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center–bigger and brighter than I could imagine and an experience most definitely. You couldn’t stir the people with a stick, and who knew that Santa accepted tips? Yes, the Santa we took a photo with lost his ho, ho, ho after the photo and surprised us with this grumpy woman–where was Mrs. Claus?–who held out a bag for tips.
The store windows lived up to their reputation. Loved the creativity that went into them, and I wish I could get a gig where I could dream up what they should look like. I’d leave the execution to the engineering types, though. Too many moving parts for me to organize.
I also loved the fashions in those departmentÂ stores. Cute, cute, cute. Lots of red, lots of animal print. Two staples for moi.
Then there were the Santas–hundreds of them–participating in some sort of city-wide pub crawl. Never have I seen aÂ white-and-blue Santa–or was that a Hanukkah Harry? I couldn’t have imagined a Santa with a black veil over his/her face, and the image of two skinny Santas smoking outside a bar is one I’d like to erase from my memory bank. Forever.
But my favorite memory happened on Broadway. My friend, Rebecca Robinson, and I bought tickets to the revival of Hair; The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical. Of course, we loved it,Â but we were more than ready for the finale. Managing to climb over one pregnant woman, down a flight a stairs–all in high heels, mind you–we were number one and two on the stage when the audience is invited to dance.
Yes, ladies and gents, I can mark one major accomplishment off my lifetime “to do” list. I actually have danced on Broadway. Rebecca and I, blonde hair flying, “Let the Sun Shine” at the Hirschfield Theater.
One of the best New York City sights this December for sure.