Central Park is miggity-magical.  Seriously.  If I lived in NYC, I would go there every day.  I could sit on those benches at the southeast entrance forevs.

The Tisch Children's Zoo rocked our faces off, especially Millie's.  She used to say she was going to grow up to be a veterinarian (amongst other things), but now, she says she's going to run the Tisch Zoo...it's that cool.  You can even feed the animals, but I think they prefer Gucci, or at least Tory Burch.  Skilly for life!  (That tat means commitment, y'all!)

We got brain-freeze from our frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity 3.  We had to suck it all down because the lunch we had before it sucked.  Double suckage, just two different kinds.  One bad, one good.

Drunk Runway Barbie caught my eye at FAO Schwarz.  She spoke to me as if she was from my past circa 1996 and quite possibly my pledgemaster at TCU.  Yipes.  Needless to say, I ran away and fortunately smack dab into the Big Piano.  Mills did a way better job at Chopsticks than Tom Hanks.  Not really, but she's so cute that no matter what she does, she wins.

After an entirely too-long nap, we were running late for Mary Poppins.  Had to pay a guy named Jesus in an Escalade (now that's my kind of Jesus) $40 to get us there on time.  He must have answered his cell phone 72 times from 34th and Lexington to the New Amsterdam Theater saying, "Digame."  If you aren't familiar with Spanish, that's "Talk to me."  It quickly became the catchphrase of the trip.

Mary Poppins was worth every last red cent.  I have never witnessed anything like it, and am spoiled for life.  I will try not to make comparisons and judgments when Millie's middle school theater department does their rendition of My Fair Lady/Sound of Music/anything involving a stage, but it will be difficult.  There may need to be alcohol involved.  The New Amsterdam theater, the set, the lights, the acting and singing and even the freaking snacks were otherworldly, and I would pay to go see it again, much to Bobby's dismay.  I mean, he liked it, but all he sees are $$$ when I talk about going back to NYC, and somebody, please throw my love a Valium.  =)