DOESN'T THE ROOF LOOK SO SWEENEY TODD?
Can't you just picture Johnny Depp looking out those windows while sitting in his creepy demon barber of Fleet Street chair?
-Lida
Friday, May 6, 2011
Fleet Street
Spotted: Sweeney Todd's house. Apparently he lives around Union Square.
Can't you just picture Johnny Depp looking out those windows while sitting in his creepy demon barber of Fleet Street chair?
-Lida
Can't you just picture Johnny Depp looking out those windows while sitting in his creepy demon barber of Fleet Street chair?
-Lida
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
DREAM COME TRUE
Okay okay okay okay okay.
ASDIUAWEJNFALSDJFALKWENASD.
Woah.
I'm gonna continue the Easter weekend posts, but first I have to make a public service announcement. Well, it's not actually a PSA. It's jut super exciting.
On Monday evening, I worked as a red carpet escort at the Film Society of Lincoln Center's Gala Tribute to Sidney Poitier. I didn't get paid, but I got to wear a pretty dress and escort celebrities and their significant others down the red carpet.
And on Monday evening, my childhood dream came true.
I met, and escorted, and had a conversation with JAMES EARL JONES.
Guys, this is huge. Star Wars defined my childhood. I had a Yoda cake for my 3rd birthday. My dog's named Chewbacca. Han Solo was my first true love. I built my own Millennium Falcon. I had little toy figurines of Death Troopers. I'm pretty sure I was convinced I was Princess Leia (Leia sounds enough like Lida).
So I was waiting by the red carpet, and it was my turn to escort. I didn't know who I was going to get. A black Escalade pulled up, and out steps Mr. Voice of Darth Vader himself. And I introduced myself and told him I was going to be escorting him and his wife, Cecilia (who is so sweet). Then, in case I wasn't in heaven enough just shaking his hand, he acknowledged my existence, and said "Thank you, Lida[!] It's great to meet you[!]" (Exclamation points are mine). And to top it all off, the AP got a photo of us together. Not together together. But in the same photo. It captures the moment right before I turned around and saw that I would be escorting the man, the myth, the legend.
I literally died and went to heaven.
I also escorted Mary Louise Parker (of Weeds fame. Not a nice lady. Not nice at all) and Regis Philbin (who is just the coolest old guy ever). Also at the event, Quentin Tarantino (!!!!), Quincy Jones (who is so badass), MORGAN FREEMAN, Sir Ben Kingsley (who wore a pimpin' purple tie), Jim Belushi, and, of course, Sidney Poitier.
ASDIUAWEJNFALSDJFALKWENASD.
Woah.
I'm gonna continue the Easter weekend posts, but first I have to make a public service announcement. Well, it's not actually a PSA. It's jut super exciting.
On Monday evening, I worked as a red carpet escort at the Film Society of Lincoln Center's Gala Tribute to Sidney Poitier. I didn't get paid, but I got to wear a pretty dress and escort celebrities and their significant others down the red carpet.
And on Monday evening, my childhood dream came true.
I met, and escorted, and had a conversation with JAMES EARL JONES.
Guys, this is huge. Star Wars defined my childhood. I had a Yoda cake for my 3rd birthday. My dog's named Chewbacca. Han Solo was my first true love. I built my own Millennium Falcon. I had little toy figurines of Death Troopers. I'm pretty sure I was convinced I was Princess Leia (Leia sounds enough like Lida).
So I was waiting by the red carpet, and it was my turn to escort. I didn't know who I was going to get. A black Escalade pulled up, and out steps Mr. Voice of Darth Vader himself. And I introduced myself and told him I was going to be escorting him and his wife, Cecilia (who is so sweet). Then, in case I wasn't in heaven enough just shaking his hand, he acknowledged my existence, and said "Thank you, Lida[!] It's great to meet you[!]" (Exclamation points are mine). And to top it all off, the AP got a photo of us together. Not together together. But in the same photo. It captures the moment right before I turned around and saw that I would be escorting the man, the myth, the legend.
I literally died and went to heaven.
I also escorted Mary Louise Parker (of Weeds fame. Not a nice lady. Not nice at all) and Regis Philbin (who is just the coolest old guy ever). Also at the event, Quentin Tarantino (!!!!), Quincy Jones (who is so badass), MORGAN FREEMAN, Sir Ben Kingsley (who wore a pimpin' purple tie), Jim Belushi, and, of course, Sidney Poitier.
We got to take individual photos against the cool celeb background. So official.
My friend Kylie (in the blue dress) got to escort Quentin Tarantino. I was super jealous.
ADIUFHWELKNJASDOJFJKWMNASKDJKLASDNFALKEWJNFLADSF. It was seriously one of the most random-yet-cool things I've ever done.
So, hope you enjoyed that fun fact.
-Lida
The Empress Eugenie Pheasant Shooting At Compiegne (And Maybe Buying A $5,000 Bottle of Scotch)
These next couple of postings are all connected, in that they all happened the same weekend, but I'm separating them into smaller chunks, thus making them easier to write (no one likes writing a mega-post...).
Last weekend my family came up to New York to 1) see me perform in my show, and 2) celebrate Easter with me. My dad came up a day early, and so I decided to do the unthinkable: I let him choose the day's itinerary. Honestly, I love my dad. He's a cool cat. But his idea of fun day excursions and my idea of fun day excursions don't exactly match up. Por ejemplo: Randy likes visiting war/military museums, perusing liquor stores, watching the Discovery and History Channels, and being outdoors. Granted, I like doing those things too, but I wasn't too keen on spending my Friday afternoon aboard the USS Intrepid. And it was raining that day, so a leisurely stroll through Central Park was out of the question.
Apparently my dad had been doing some research, because when I told him he had full reigns of the day, he started rattling off a mental list. And at the top of that list was a place called Astor Wines & Spirits.
Not surprised.
So we shlepped down to the East Village (where my dad did many a double take at the questionable outfits of the NYU kids...), and were greeted by this:
And then we walked in the doors, and saw this:
This picture doesn't do it justice. In case you can't tell, behind the bar in the upper left corner the store EXTENDS, both back further AND sideways. And to the right of the "Great Wines Under $10" sign is EVEN MORE WINE.
I AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER, MEANING I HAVE BEEN TO MY FARE SHARE OF LIQUOR STORES. BUT I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN SO MUCH ALCOHOL IN MY LIFE. Sweet Jesus there was a lot.
Anyway, the reason we came to this store was because (and Papi, excuse the butchering of this story... I wasn't really paying attention to the nitty gritty details) they carried some fancy shmancy kind of scotch. Or whiskey. I don't remember. So we make our way to the back of the store, where we find an entire wall of scotch. And whiskey. And whiskey that is spelled in a different way. And scotches locked in a glass cabinet.
And using my super detective sleuthing skills, I located this $5,499.99 bottle of scotch whiskey (is it scotch or is it whiskey? The world will never know...).
Needless to say, we didn't purchase this bottle. I can't even see my dad, the scotch (whiskey) enthusiast that he is, dropping a casual five thousand on 750mL of liquid. But we did spend a good thirty minutes browsing and comparing extravagant prices and giggling at weird Northern European village names (that was mostly just me).
After purchasing a reasonably priced bottle of something reasonably good (not that I would know what constitutes good scotch and what doesn't), we left, and started wandering through the East Village. OMG, Randy was so trendy. I'm slowly converting him into a New Yorker. Hehehehehe.
We then discovered a little place called Pageant Print Shop (69 E. 4th Street). It's like yea big, but jam packed with all kinds of random maps and prints and magazine cutouts and cool pictures. I found a really cool print of kozaks on the steppes of Ukraine (what's up, Motherland?!), and my dad found some great old maps of the Chesapeake. My ADD photo dream come true. And, surprisingly for NYC, everything was decently priced. I got a pretty big picture of some classy lady in a big hoop skirt, surrounded by military men, shooting a rifle. I thought it was a pretty accurate portrait of what my life would have looked like in the early 1800s. And, it was only $8. I win.
All in all, a pretty exciting and eclectic father-daughter adventure. WHO'DA THUNK THAT RANDY WOULD HAVE BEEN UP FOR A JAUNT AROUND THE EAST VILLAGE, LAND OF QUINTESSENTIAL NEW YORK HIPSTERS? But he did. It happened. And I'm quite proud of him.
-Lida
Last weekend my family came up to New York to 1) see me perform in my show, and 2) celebrate Easter with me. My dad came up a day early, and so I decided to do the unthinkable: I let him choose the day's itinerary. Honestly, I love my dad. He's a cool cat. But his idea of fun day excursions and my idea of fun day excursions don't exactly match up. Por ejemplo: Randy likes visiting war/military museums, perusing liquor stores, watching the Discovery and History Channels, and being outdoors. Granted, I like doing those things too, but I wasn't too keen on spending my Friday afternoon aboard the USS Intrepid. And it was raining that day, so a leisurely stroll through Central Park was out of the question.
Apparently my dad had been doing some research, because when I told him he had full reigns of the day, he started rattling off a mental list. And at the top of that list was a place called Astor Wines & Spirits.
Not surprised.
So we shlepped down to the East Village (where my dad did many a double take at the questionable outfits of the NYU kids...), and were greeted by this:
And then we walked in the doors, and saw this:
This picture doesn't do it justice. In case you can't tell, behind the bar in the upper left corner the store EXTENDS, both back further AND sideways. And to the right of the "Great Wines Under $10" sign is EVEN MORE WINE.
I AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER, MEANING I HAVE BEEN TO MY FARE SHARE OF LIQUOR STORES. BUT I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN SO MUCH ALCOHOL IN MY LIFE. Sweet Jesus there was a lot.
Oh, they even have a wall of absinthe. Watch that link and tell me absinthe isn't terror-inducing.
Anyway, the reason we came to this store was because (and Papi, excuse the butchering of this story... I wasn't really paying attention to the nitty gritty details) they carried some fancy shmancy kind of scotch. Or whiskey. I don't remember. So we make our way to the back of the store, where we find an entire wall of scotch. And whiskey. And whiskey that is spelled in a different way. And scotches locked in a glass cabinet.
And using my super detective sleuthing skills, I located this $5,499.99 bottle of scotch whiskey (is it scotch or is it whiskey? The world will never know...).
Needless to say, we didn't purchase this bottle. I can't even see my dad, the scotch (whiskey) enthusiast that he is, dropping a casual five thousand on 750mL of liquid. But we did spend a good thirty minutes browsing and comparing extravagant prices and giggling at weird Northern European village names (that was mostly just me).
After purchasing a reasonably priced bottle of something reasonably good (not that I would know what constitutes good scotch and what doesn't), we left, and started wandering through the East Village. OMG, Randy was so trendy. I'm slowly converting him into a New Yorker. Hehehehehe.
We then discovered a little place called Pageant Print Shop (69 E. 4th Street). It's like yea big, but jam packed with all kinds of random maps and prints and magazine cutouts and cool pictures. I found a really cool print of kozaks on the steppes of Ukraine (what's up, Motherland?!), and my dad found some great old maps of the Chesapeake. My ADD photo dream come true. And, surprisingly for NYC, everything was decently priced. I got a pretty big picture of some classy lady in a big hoop skirt, surrounded by military men, shooting a rifle. I thought it was a pretty accurate portrait of what my life would have looked like in the early 1800s. And, it was only $8. I win.
The storefront, and my very own Pageant Print Shop purchase!
All in all, a pretty exciting and eclectic father-daughter adventure. WHO'DA THUNK THAT RANDY WOULD HAVE BEEN UP FOR A JAUNT AROUND THE EAST VILLAGE, LAND OF QUINTESSENTIAL NEW YORK HIPSTERS? But he did. It happened. And I'm quite proud of him.
-Lida
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