Our recollection of Mother’s Days that came before continues with this concluding post of previous Broadway weekends. Theater, shopping, dining out, and simply spending time with Mom are happy events taken on their own – combined they are a bit of magical alchemy that lent such joy to our trips. The look back continues with the last three years of outings.
For 2017, we celebrated a triumvirate of shows, and to keep track of it all I created the first of our printed itineraries, because I love a good itinerary. We began with a quiet lunch at Saks, because when you can meld shopping and dining, you do it. For that weekend, Mom splurged on the accommodations with a room at the Lotte Towers, which afforded this spectacular view.
Before our first show, ‘Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812‘ we ran into the co-star of ‘Sunset Boulevard’ in Times Square, one of those happy coincidences that only seems to happen in New York. A decadent lunch at Cafe Sabarsky was perfectly fitting before checking out a performance of ‘War Paint’ with Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole. For our last full day and night, the rain arrived with ferocity, though it didn’t dampen our dinner. Glenn Close, twenty years after we first saw her in the original run of ‘Sunset Boulevard’ helped us close out the weekend with a touching performance as Norma Desmond. We had come full circle in many ways.
Our 2018 Mother’s Day Weekend in New York began with ‘The Boys in the Band‘ and a suite at the Warwick Hotel. Some downtown shopping and a Mexican dinner presaged the wonderful revival of ‘Once On This Island‘. Ducking the rain and avoiding the wind, we bar-hopped a bit on the day that we saw ‘Dear Evan Hansen‘. A banner Broadway weekend for Mother’s Day closed out with a brunch at Norma’s.
Which brings us to last year, 2019, which began with a beautiful view of Central Park, hinting at art and florals and all things camp. At the Met, these campy creations created inspiration and aspiration, while the flowers along Central Park offered to put on their own subtle show.
Suzie was back for one of our dinners this time, as was her Mom Elaine, so it was a triple Mother’s Day extravaganza, as I was the only non-mother at the table. (I’ve been hailed as a different kind of Mother, and I’m talking MoFo.) Over the course of the weekend, we saw ‘Hamilton‘, ‘To Kill A Mockingbird‘ and ‘The Cher Show’. A little bit of everything basically.
We all reconvened the last morning for a Mother’s Day brunch ~ a lovely end to a lovely weekend.
Thinking back on all these wonderful times leaves me with a pang of sadness that things are so different right now, yet there is such happiness and love in all these memories that they will see us through until we can make new ones. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you.
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