Staying up until 4 am the night before a 6 am flight will inevitably lead to the following crash. It made for an entertaining car ride and flight, an interesting run-in with an old high school teacher and purses well-stocked with 5 hour energies. But first, a nap and some recovery time in the big city.
The sissys, mom and Wendy took a girls trip to the city with the primary purpose of bringing home at least one Newsie for every Sanna. Newsies on Broadway! The rest was just trivial fun, really. In bathrobes.
The best choice ever for breakfast. When the sign said "Singing Wait Staff", they really meant it. Mickie's boyfriend-waiter is behind her and he later professed his love to her in song form.
It looked way more like a nightclub than a diner, except for the fact that on every TV they were playing the Little Mermaid.
Sissys getting creeped on.
In order to pre-game for the Newsies, we watched video interviews with the cast members and picked out which ones we would attempt to bring home. We scored them on various categories including looks, voice, looks again, and if they were single or not.
The show was unreal kinds of greatness. Brought me back to the days when we would sit in the living room rewinding our favorite parts, handwriting all of the lyrics so we could memorize them. Christian Bale wearing suspenders and singing on the fire escape (sigh). Megan sat behind the biggest giant in the history of giants and therefore needed a child booster seat, but it was well worth it to not miss the musical skills of beautiful and (mostly) straight young men.
20 photo attempts to get the sign. No luck still. After the show, my llama (mom) tried to convince us to go out to dessert and get away from the crowded street outside the theater. I, however, having downed a 5 hour energy and just witnessed my childhood dream come to life on stage, was not about to set foot off that curb. I insisted on waiting outside the stage door to meet the newsies. I then pushed a few small children to get to the front of the gate.
Beautiful newsie #1. I attempted to get this one to come out with us, seeing as how he only had a small part, he surely wasn't too famous to turn down my tempting offer. And yet he did. I think I even said please! It didn't help that I didn't know his name. Or his character. Or what he did in the show.
Beautiful newsie #2, and also most talented. pirouettes atop newspapers? Phenomenal. And I told him so.
My favorite newsie! I was shouting "Davey- you're my favorite!" and as Mickie later told me, I was whipping innocent bystanders with my hair in the process. I told him I needed a nice picture of my favorite, and he gave me this lovely pose. It took two attempts, but here he is. I should possibly have learned his real name. Ben, maybe? A little more research may have helped me scoop this one up.
And. No substitute for Christian Bale, but here is our newest Jack Kelly. "MOM I NEED A PICTURE WITH JACK!" is what I remember shouting. I truly owe her for putting up with my waiting and screaming, but what I really owe her for is her mom-like-use of her iPhone. By that I mean it took her a solid 1.5 minutes and 6 photo attempts to get this shot, buying me plenty of time to stand next to and hold onto this lovely young boy. Who sadly scored low on the single category. And by that I mean he was engaged.
I would also like to take this time to apologize to my sisters Mickie and Megan who were also in love with the Newsies. Who I did not let get close enough to talk to the boys, take pictures of them, or touch them. In my selfish excitement, I totally forgot you would have loved to hug a newsie. Let's go back.
Post Newsies. Post 5 hour energy. The most hyper Leigh that there has ever been. Momma was ready to leave me out on the streets. She also loved the show- but was rather picky about the liberties they took in changing the music and details of the show. I would have agreed with her more had I not been so focused on how they looked.
Vivi and Leigh in front of the Newsies sign in Times Square...too hyper to go home.
Sleeping buddies.
I love how busy Times Square is- I'm sure its the reason it's so exciting. But if for just one minute everyone would stop moving and talking, this would be the coolest place ever. Slow down the madness.
Out on the streets Megan does her makeup. So so famous.
Bryant Park. Project Runway! Lovely Aunt Wendy.
Took a picture of every single one of these I saw. Unnecessary? For sure.
Good find! My teal nails and leather bomber jacket make this already exciting find slightly more avant garde. Anyways. I like you. Remember that.
