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Seems I left you hanging at the end of Day 1 in NYC ….

It got a little hectic, losing my camera, attending conference meetings, eating Italian food, and listening and watching showcases of music, theater and interpretive dance in and around the Hilton.

So to bring you up to speed, I’d like to tell you how happy I was when a kindhearted good Samaritan person found my camera in the back seat of a taxi and spent a great deal of time and effort tracking me down at our hotel to return my Christmas camera. I’d like to, but TWWNCBUIP says that I have to tell the truth.

Between seminars and showcases, we were able to have tay not once but twice, high tea at the regal St Regis Hotel with Old King Cole looking over our shoulders and then the next day at Alice’s Teacup which was apparently decorated by The Mad Hatter and the Cheshire Cat. Over a hundred flavors of tea (but no Luzianne) served in ornate antique teacups to accompany the pumpkin scones, buttermilk scones, little cucumber and watercress sandwiches and pastries that came on a tiered rack and reminded me of the Mad Hatter and March Hare’s tea party.

After an hour of eating pastries and drinking tea while keeping my pinkie finger raised in the air with each sip of tea, I was getting the evil eye from Shane and Chicken Boy so as I slipped two scones in my pocket on the way out of Alice’s, I promised that we could go for red wine, single malt scotch and hunks of beef for dinner.  Over dinner that night, they both let me know that they actually enjoyed the “tea”. I guess we’ll have to look into doing “tea” at the Duck.

On our last night in town,  we had reservations purchased by Chicken Boy to an event billed as Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel. With my new camera strapped around my neck, hoping that my phone would not ring in one of the too many pockets  surrounding me we rode down to Chelsea in the back of a taxi (whose license plate, medallion number and driver’s name I carefully recorded before we pulled away from the hotel. Ten minutes later we were delivered to a nondescript warehouse on 27th street and were soon standing in line outside the building with 39 degree raindrops falling on my unhaired head (reminder to self – add a hat to the list of must haves to the too many things to wear list) waiting entry into the McKittrick Hotel.

I really want to tell you all about the experience that we had over the next three hours, but more than that I  want any of you who are visiting NYC in the near future to put this on your do not miss list and I don’t want to ruin any of the surprises that accompany this three-hour adventure.

But I will give you a few reviews to ponder…..

“A merry macabre chase. A voyeur’s delight.Messes with your head as thoroughly as any artificial stimulant. Spectacular!”  -Ben Brantley, New York Times

 out of 4” “Thrilling, mind-bending! Unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” -Elisabeth Vincentelli, New York Post

“Brilliantly imagined! Utterly unique! Brilliant and sly and insane. The level of detail is enough to make you swoon.” -Mark Kennedy, Associated Press

“One of the most entertaining and involving works of theater you’re likely to see!  If you have any sense of adventure, this is theater you don’t want to miss.” – Huffington Post

Grade: A.”  “Wickedly wonderful.  A unique evening that engages all the senses. A brilliant production! Transformative.  An unusually enlightening evening of entertainment.” -Thom Geier, Entertainment Weekly

“The show infects your dreams. I’ve felt theater overwhelm me before, but until Sleep No More, I’ve never felt it pass through me. It was a lovely evening in hell, one I’ll be recovering from for some time.” -Scott Brown, New York Magazine

Sensational …  Erotic … Unique.” -Joe Dziemianowicz, The New York Daily News

“Bedazzling.   A true astonishment!” -David Cote, Time Out New York

 out of 4”  “You’ve never experienced anything quite like it!” -Matt Windman, AM New York

Until I can get out of town again ….

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