Practice helps. But there’s a much easier way, and I imagine a much more common way: You pay for it.
From its beginning, Carnegie was a rental hall. I looked up the price for renting it, should you feel so inclined. Without putting in a lot of effort, I found the going price in 2014 for the Stern auditorium (the main stage) for a Friday or Saturday evening was $16,000.
Not sure how many hours that covers, but remember you can do anything you want and no auditions required. You could even play your kazoo, if you wanted.
Another option – and this is the one Husband chose – is to join a choir that’s been invited for a special event. Continue reading “How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?”
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. —Tom Wolfe
After six days in New York City, I’m back home. Or at least, my body is home. I fear my heart is somewhere on 5th Avenue, in the vicinity of Bryant Park.
If you’re in the area, could you keep a lookout for it? Oh and while you’re at it, could you stop at that one sandwich shop – you know the one I mean, right? – and get me a smoked salmon roll? I’ll pay you back.
These are a few general thoughts I had about our trip. Details will come later: Continue reading “It’s Not My Home, But Dang I Love New York”
This coming Saturday, in the wee hours of morn, I’m boarding a plane for New York City.
Hold onto your hats: Husband is singing at Carnegie Hall!
To answer the probing questions you haven’t asked yet, it all started about a year ago… Continue reading “New York State of Mind”
It was the best of vacations, it was the longest of vacations…
It was the age of wine-tasting, it was the age of not knowing what the heck you were tasting…
I always wanted to visit Napa Valley, but when you’re the only wine drinker in the house, it can be a hard sell. The kids were always too young, and Husband’s drink of choice is Coke.
(Although if he feels he’s had too much, he might have a beer instead.)
I needed the perfect moment to suggest a trip to Napa. A time when everything came together – when there was something of interest for everyone – a masterful stroke when no opposition was possible. Continue reading “A Tale of Two Wineries”
So I’m nearly recovered from our vacation and I want to tell you about the uber-exciting thing I did.
This uber-exciting thing fulfilled a childhood fantasy of mine and made me feel gosh-darn giddy and… you know… uber-excited.
I’m going to tell you about it even though you won’t find it uber-exciting. In fact, it’s highly unlikely you’ll find it mildly exciting. You’ll probably read it, scratch your head and say, “huh?”
But I don’t care. I’m going to tell about it anyway because, 1) I remain uber-excited about it and, 2) I think you’re nice and will humor me.
Please don’t let me down.
Continue reading “I Pretend to be Daring and All That”
So far on our trip, we’ve been in Utah, Nevada, Idaho, Oregon & California, and in each state we’ve seen truly beautiful places. Places worthy to call home, should we ever care to move.
One such place is the coastal town of Crescent City, California. A charming place, just a stone’s throw from the redwood forest. Redwoods!
It’s not a fancy town. I doubt any millionaires will be building vacation homes there any time soon. This is an honest-to-goodness coastal town, with real working fishermen, shopkeepers and restaurant owners.
But gosh, even so, I couldn’t help thinking they must be happy people.
I even said it to Husband. I said, “Gosh, these people must be happy.”
I bet every morning they wake up, take a deep breath, smell the salt air and think to themselves, “I must be the luckiest person in the world, because I live in Crescent City, California.” Continue reading “Bloom Where You’re Planted”
We’re traveling so I can’t guarantee anything. I might post per usual, I might post daily, I might decide to shake off the shackles of ordinary life and join a commune.
You just never know.
Our destination? Portland!
We’ll stay five days there, then on to Napa Valley for a few more days. I’ve never been to either, so if any of you have recommendations or suggestions, leave them in the comments. 🙂
But first, where we’ve been so far… Continue reading “In Case You Don’t Hear From Me Again…”
Since we both had a long weekend coming up, Husband suggested we escape somewhere quiet, where we could both relax, recoup, and so I could write.
That’s actually what he said: “and you can write.”
What can I say? Some girls are just lucky.
The tricky part was finding a place that wasn’t too expensive, was far enough away that we felt like we were getting away, but not so far away that I’d get carsick. After much discussion back and forth and exploring all possible options, we finally decided on a retreat center located in Carefree, Arizona, about an hour and a half from our home. Yeah, yeah … big whoop. But there are retreat centers, and then there are retreat centers.
This one was run by Lutherans, which neither of us are but as I was raised Lutheran, we figured that gave us an in. Best part? They were running a special of $50 a night.
I know what you’re thinking. What kind of place can one get for $50 a night? It crossed my mind too, but I survived Hotel Horror with relatively few scars and really all we were wanting was someplace quiet. We figured as long as the bed was one step above a cot and we had a private bathroom, we’d be doing pretty good.
The retreat center is called Spirit in the Desert. Let me show you around the place.
Continue reading “Lutherans Do It Right”
Last weekend, Husband and I spent some time at what only can be described as a luxurious religious resort in Carefree, Arizona.
I know, I know, sounds weird. But honestly, if you’re going to be religious, you might as well enjoy yourself.
It’s much too much to tell you about in this small post — you’ll get the full run-down on Wednesday. For today, I’m going to show you the view from our little private balcony where we ate our breakfast each morning (yeah, admit it — you’re just dying with envy right now).
It was a lovely desert mountain, dotted with expensive, luxury homes at the base, as well as on the top half of the mount.
Continue reading “A Mountain View”