Green is a fantabulous color. It's eco-friendly. It's hip. It's hot. It's now. However, it's a color you wanna wear gorgeous, not with envy but rather style.
I am experiencing baseball's remorse. Unlike shoppers remorse where you wish you didn't buy something in this case you wish you did. As in access to All Star Game tickets at face value.
So imagine my delight yesterday when I randomly discovered where the All Stars were staying! After reading one little article indicating they're staying in a grandiose place right smack in midtown I did what any fervent fan would do.
I went there! But not before a detour. You see, en route to the xx xx I came upon the Waldorf Astoria, the old school hotel that costs way too much for a room but is always good for snagging a cab when you simply can't hail one down during rush hour on Park.
Apparently that's where the press stayed!!! Hit me while I'm down why don't ya? So I danced through the lobby to see what bits and pieces I could pick up, what vicarious scents and scenes I could amass: breakfast/press conference was held yesterday morning. Can you imagine how much fun that would have been? Walking through the lobby seeing the press incredibly excited for the Home Run derby, seeing the shuttle buses jetting to and fro the Stadium, seeing little kids wearing their Yankee gear (of course, dahling: is there any other team in existence worthy of rooting for? No, no, no!)...so I went to the other hotel, the home base for players if you will but not before seeing the Statue of Liberty on parade (they're all over town) decked out in red white and blue pinstripes right in front of the MLB offices on Park Ave.
So now I'm at the other hotel and looking everywhere for players but ahem, not a one. I left disenchanted. Keep in mind I don't get starstruck unless they're my boys of summer. I am convincing myself unsuccessfully that I'm happy this morning to be in the 'burbs away from the action during my brief hiatus from Gotham. It would be like tempting someone with something they simply can't have. That parade on 6th Avenue is going to be quite a sight....on the 6 o'clock news.
So while I feel defeated in my quest for tickets (unless you wanted to shell out $350 for the bleachers; other seat locations just got more pricey), I'll watch it on tv like the rest of America only wishing and vehemently vying to be there. Green with envy but blue and white pinstripes through and through!! xoxo
ps. Two footnotes. He doesn't deserve a footnote but I'm tired of posting RIP blogs...Bobby Murcer was a classy, personable man and ball player. The baseball world lost a gem.
pps. On a much lighter note, this has nothing to do with this blog but too funny being out of Manhattan for a day....words you *never* hear in Gotham but are funny nonetheless. If you've heard of the website Overheard in NYC this could be Overheard in the 'burbs: garage sale. Soccer practice. Little league. Morning traffic. Defrost it. Scrapbooking!!
