..and visiting her post-show on the very stage where you saw your first Broadway show. The Winter Garden is a magical place, filled currently with ABBA and the ghosts of Weissman's Follies Girls and Jellicle Cats, and, it turns out, little me at 5 years old.
This morning:
Finishing my tea (and showing off my new un-trashy un-chipped manicure) before boarding a bus (oy) for a night in Ithaca, a weekend in Niagara Falls, and a week in Toronto!
[That tea bag tag thing, if you can't make it out, reads:
"May you have faith in your worth and act with wisdom."
Not really related to anything, but a yummy sentiment, no?]
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