So I may have fibbed a little when I said fabulous things never happen to me here. In fact, I actually fibbed a lot because my first introduction to New York City was completely fabulous. And it’s all thanks to my Aunt Ruthie.
When I was 8 years old, my godmother, Ruthie, took her niece Dottie, my mom, and me on a whirlwind tour of New York City. We saw Broadway shows (Annie and Titanic to name a few), ate at fancy French restaurants (Cafe Un Dex Trois was our personal fav), and we stayed at the Algonquin Hotel. Needless to say, I was feeling very New York fabulous.
My second trip to NYC was also thanks to Aunt Ruthie. This time I was 13 and my little sister, Margaret Ann, was along for the ride. We ate again at Un Dex Trois. We saw The Lion King (which Margaret Ann could have given two flips about) and The Producers. To this day I do not think I have ever heard Margaret Ann laugh more uncontrollably than she did at The Producers—she gave them a standing ovation after ever number. Too cute. And of course we stayed at the Algonquin again, but this time we were magically upgraded to a suite. Super fab.
Having been so spoiled by these two Aunt Ruthie fabulous trips to New York, I was a little surprised when my third trip to the city didn’t prove to be quite as fab. I went on a 9th grade drama trip. The trip was so much fun and in no way were be bumming it, but it did lack that Aunt Ruthie touch. On the flight to NYC that time, my mother overheard me saying to one of my friends:
"Whenever I go to New York, I always stay at the Algonquin.”
HA! I am the worst!
Since moving to New York though, I do not frequent Cafe Un Dex Trois, the Algonquin, or Broadway for that matter. But when my mama and Aunt Ruthie came and visited back in August, I had the chance to relive a little of that Aunt Ruthie fabulous from my childhood. We saw Follies and Anything Goes. We had drinks in the Algonquin lobby. And I ate so much incredible food in the three days they were here that I swear I didn’t eat for a week after.
Being a tourist with them for a few days was truly a treat. And when it was all over, it dawned on me that Aunt Ruthie was entirely to blame for my moving to New York.