I like New York in June.

HOW ABOUT YOU?

When a girl meets boy,
life can be a joy,
but the note they end on
will depend on little pleasures they will share;
so let us compare.

I like New York in June,

how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
how about you?
I love a fireside
when a storm is due.
I like potato chips,
moonlight and motor trips,
how about you?

I’m mad about good books,
can’t get my fill,

and Kristin Chenoweth’s looks

give me a thrill.

Holding hands at the movie show,
when all the lights are low
may not be new,
but I like it,
how about you?

I like Jack Benny’s jokes.
To a degree.
I love the common folks.
that includes me
I like to window shop on 5th Avenue.
I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz, how about you?
I love to dream of fame, maybe I’ll shine.
I’d love to see your name right beside mine.
I can see we’re in harmony
Looks like we both agree on what to do
And I like it, how about you?

by Burton Lane & Ralph Freed (1941)

Thus begins my journey to New York, New York!

Here’s a brief list of my intinerary:

  • Jersey Boys
  • Greenwich, CT
  • The Weaving @ Lincoln Center
  • Grand Central Station
  • Dinner @ OTTO Enoteca – one of Mario Batali’s kitchens
  • Promises, Promises – starring Kristin Chenoweth!

Big Apple – watch out!

We’re going on the town, New York,
We’re riding on a rocket, we’re gonna really sock it,
Because tonight’s the night.

We’re going on the tube,
We’re gonna raise a riot, the Brooklyn Bridge we’ll buy it,
And hit the hype tonight, the highest hype tonight.

East side, west side, rouse the city,
One day, one night, that’s the pity.

And we won’t look ahead,
Won’t let the light of dawn get us down,
We’re really living, Jack, we’re going on the town.

“On the Town”
by Roger Edens, Adolph Green, and Betty Comden

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