"Write!" Celie cried as Mister tore her and her sister apart from each other's arms, finger by finger.
"Nothing but death can keep me from it," Nettie yelled back through a torrent of tears.
Nettie's promise to her sister reflects my own promise to myself to fly to New York City one day just to see The Color Purple on Broadway, #72 on my Bucket List. My sister-friends all around me were making their own journeys to the Great White Way for the same reason, so why not me and the Diva?
The Diva went online and found second-row-center tickets to the Broadway Theater on 53rd. We used our frequent flier miles and flew to JFK International Airport where Sarge's friend sent a driver to pick us up in a Town Car.
We had a couple days to kill before watching Celie put a curse on Mister, so we shopped on 5th Ave where the Diva got scent of a sale at Saks: 70% off all coats! Of course, she bought the red eyelash mink because, well, that's her signature color. She made me buy a red shearling. Against my will. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it
She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, another friend of mine who'd made her own trek to see the play, highly recommended B. Smith's restaurant, so we followed orders and ate there one night, Chez Josephine's the next. Both had exquisite fare beyond compare. B. Smith has her own TV show, and Chez Josephine is owned and operated by one of Josephine Baker's 12 children. Another night we ate at a place (that I refuse to name) where a plate of spaghetti cost $110, and it was just an appetizer. Live and learn from my mistakes, people.
But the piece de resistance was, of course The Color Purple. That play was like a Grey Goose Vodka martini with a little twist on the ending, smooth yet intoxicating. While I am not usually given over to sentiment, I cried right there in the middle of the play when Celie said, "I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it." Truer words were never spoken.
Since then, The Color Purple has closed on Broadway, and come and gone to Los Angeles, so I am glad the Diva and I seized the day.
Weekend in New York: $$$
Fun with a fabulous friend: Priceless
There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Sarge's Mastercard.
3 comments:
I am sooooo glad you invited me over to your blog. You sound like a woman who loves life and living it fully.
My kind of woman.
I'm not in a position to have bucket list that involves lots of travel, not with three school-age kids, but hey, I love the concept and maybe I'll find a way to do something like this on a smaller scale. In the mean time, I think I'll live vicariously through your adventures.
Believe me, Patricia, I haven't a lot of money, either, so I'm just doing the best that I can. Some of the things on my Bucket List are as simple as baking a souffle succesfully, which I've tried, but not accomplished. The thing is to try, though.
And I liked your blog as well and will definitely re-visit it!
Didn't think of BSmith's restaurant when I was there. I can just imagine how tasty the food must have been. Wow! I went to Diddy's restaurant. I would recommend it. He had apparently hired a new chef and revamped the menu! Awesome -- Caribbean cuisine with an upscale Southern twist. Apparently his grandmother is West Indian. Ooooh, the red velvet cupcakes, oooh, I'd fly to New York just for those! Went to Tavern on the Green -- wasn't impressed with the food -- scared by the prices!! belizeanc
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