Quality Meats and Whiskey Park

After the show as we were beaming from ear to ear we started to walk back to our apartment with the thought of stopping along the way and getting a quick bite to eat then moving on to, you guessed it, drinks.
We stopped and asked a door man for suggestions and he suggested Quality Meats on 58th Street between 5th and 6th – well that was funny – we were staying on 58th Street between 5th and 6th and we had seen some place (and of course made fun of) called Quality Meats full well knowing that just that phrase alone would make our husbands/boyfriends giggle with boyish oddness… and we thought it was a butcher shop. Boy were we wrong. It was so great. One of the best parts was our waitress – she knew everything and so we pretty much just let her order for us. So much for our quick bite – we all had filets and a huge assortment of sides AND we split 3 desserts among us.
On our way out, we stopped to talk to the managers and let them know how awesome our waitress was. Somehow it came up that we had yet to see any celebs and then it was revealed that our waitress Robin was actually a celeb in her own right – she played Simba’s mom in the Broadway production of The Lion King AND she played a lawyer in 2 episodes of Lipstick Jungle – which we all love!!! I couldn’t find her on IMDB but if she turns up, I’ll be sure to post it.

After our delish meal, we headed across the street to Whisky Park Bar – which was only a block away from our apartment and right across from Central Park. It was a very swank bar and we were lucky enough to get a great table by a window. They had a fabulous drink list – so we all got different drinks to pass around. Ari’s younger brother lives in NYC and he and his friend Geoff came out to meet us – we all had a great time reliving Wicked and our wonderful meal! This was probably my favorite night!!!!

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WICKED was wicked awesome!

Friday night we had tickets to Wicked – it was truly amazing! We had all been listening to the soundtrack that Brittany made for us and knew all the words to every song – POPULAR is the group fave – who’s surprised? But words (or soundtracks) can not even begin to explain how awesome the show was. It’s coming to Tulsa in July and I’m probably going to go again!!!


During “halftime” (bc everything should be referred to in football terms) Amanda and I got up to use the facilities. Well the Gershwin Theater was not equipped to handle that many women at one time and as you can imagine, there was a LONG line for the ladies room and NO line for the men. So we waited and waited – then as we were about to give up, a couple of girls our age and one older woman headed toward the men’s room and started escorting all the guys OUT – so we did what any girl should do – headed toward the men’s room! It was clean – no worries there. While we were actually inside in line a guy walked in to use the urinal, everyone turned around so as to have our backs to him. He just laughed and said “girls, I’ve been married for 17 years, this is the most excitement I’ve had in a long time and I can’t wait to tell my wife!” We all got a good giggle out of that one.
We made it back to our seats just in time for the second act!!!

You will have to go the ATM.

After our stop at Rue 57 I went to Duane Reade to pick up some SF Red Bull and some other drink mixing accoutrement while everyone else headed to the apartment to start getting ready for the evening out. As I walked into the lobby and said hi to the door man, Amanda was coming off the elevator and didn’t look too happy. Well it seems as if the door to our fabulous apartment was stuck – as in the lock was broken. Not a good thing. The door man was little to no help what so ever except to tell us we were pretty much screwed since the super had already left for the weekend. He suggested we call a locksmith – o yes, because I have a 212 locksmith on speed dial on my phone. So he was kind enough to call one for us and tell him to hurry it up. So here we were all running around in towels and pj bottoms and tank tops with half applied make up and hair in rollers and towels and anything else you can think of and there’s some random man whom we believe to be a locksmith standing in the door way with tools spread out everywhere and baracading us in.
He “fixes” the lock and we tell him thank you very much, blah blah blah, just thinking that of course he’ll just charge it to the apartment owners or the building or something. NOPE! He says it’ll be a bit less than $500! We tell him we don’t have that and go round and round with him about taking a card or a check – no he must have cash. So we all dug into our “secret” stash of shopping money and paid the man. The best part was when, as we were all heartily discussing the situation and telling him we didn’t have that kind of cash, he just looked at Brittany who had her name monogrammed on her towel wrap and said uh…. Brittany, you will have to go to the ATM.
Door fixed – drama over…
Got dressed, left apartment, no deaths of the door man or the locksmith.

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