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92 Y Heads Downtown


Today I journeyed even further downtown to check out an event (18 Nights of Inspiration: Ira Glass talks to the cast of [Title of Show]) at the 92nd St Y’s new Tribeca branch (200 Hudson Street @ Canal). 92YTRI is an awesome space with a little cafe and a main stage area set up as a cabaret — complete with battery-operated candles on each table. Having opened a mere 2 1/2 weeks ago, the downtown staff at Tribeca seems to have it pretty together, and unlike most newly opened places, there wasn’t the sound of construction or the fumes from fresh paint lingering in the air. There’s even more to the space including a bar area, lounge, art gallery, and screening room, which I’m totally checking out when I head back down there for the next event (I’m eyeing the Purple Rain Sing-along and Reel Paris: Short Films in the City of Light).

The hip, young downtown cousin of the UES institution, 92YTRI is a welcome breath of fresh air to the lecture/performance/comedy/music/theater/class scene. And, as they would say at the uptown branch, L’Chaim!


Wonderful Town

This sweltering Sunday found me in the middle of Times Square with my three favorite musical theater hopefuls checking out our fellow college alumni perform for Broadway on Broadway. If you’re a cheap New Yorker (like me) this is the perfect way to get a taste of the upcoming — and current — Broadway shows for free as they hit a stage set up in Times Square and perform a song. We stood surrounded by our fellow New Yorkers and tourists listening to performances from Billy Elliot and Gypsy to Avenue Q, [title of show], In the Heights, Xanadu, and saw our friends rock their roles in Mary Poppins, The Little Mermaid and Legally Blonde.

B’way on B’way was hot, and I mean that in the literal sense. As soon as our last friend-related performance ended, we headed out in search of an air conditioned cafe. I split with my friends and made a pit stop at the bank where I was subsequently locked inside the ATM facility for 15 minutes with another bank patron. As we were banging on the glass to get ANYONE’s attention, I felt a sting on my arm and saw a bee drop to the floor. I’m not allergic to bees to the point where I need to carry an epi-pen, but am allergic enough that my arm immediately began to swell to the size of an egg. Luckily a passing police officer saw our distress, swiped his ATM card, and released the door, setting us free. Hot, tired from the sun and slightly paniking about the ever-growing size of the egg on my arm, I hailed a cab home (not before grabbing an iced coffee from Starbucks first, which they gave me for free!)

Sitting here now freshly showered, minus one bee’s stinger, I realized my day was helped along by various New Yorkers: the B’way on B’way staff that lead us to our special “artists’ guest” area, the performers, the man in blue and his ATM card, the Starbucks barista and even my sympathetic cab driver, who waited in front of the grocery store (with the meter off) while I grabbed some miso paste for my sting — an old trick for decreasing swelling. For all the times this city tears us apart, swallows us whole and spits us out, it truly is our fellow New Yorkers that make Manhattan a wonderful town.