You’ll never believe what happened to me….it was ghastly! 

 With a nod to Patrick Dennis, Nana has lots to talk about this week.  Like so many other ladies with blue hair, Nana likes to go see a nice matinee on Broadway and then maybe have a little bite of something.  If the show was not so titillating, sometimes Nana likes to have a wee sipsy after the show, for medicinal purposes only of course.    Last Saturday she attended” Baby It’s You” and afterwards headed for the bar.   It wasn’t so much a lack of titillation as it was that another patron at the Broadhurst Theater had a health issue and several ambulances arrived in response.   As they were removing said person via gurney Nana noticed that the newish concept of playing the cast album on loud speakers outside of the theatre was adding a soundtrack to the events unfolding.  As they loaded the unfortunate person of into the ambulance the musical accompaniment was, “Mama said there'll be days like this, There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said)”.   Now I know it’s a real toe-tapper but it struck Nana as a rather macabre yet jocund happenstance.   What sent her to the bar is that no one else found it amusing, not at all, not a bit!  So several Beefeater martinis later Nana shrugged it off and went home. 

Now that we have brought up the subject of those damned loud speakers outside of theaters, let’s cover it a bit more.  Have you ever walked across 44^th Street headed East from 8^th Avenue early in the morning, say, 8 am or so?  In the past it would be relatively serene until one reached Broadway where there would be, and still are, throngs of tourists trying to be seen on the “Good Morning America”.  They are caterwauling and carrying on while holding signs that call attention to their largely endowed balls of twine home towns or relatives‘ birthdays or other such minutiae.  What a terrible waste of one’s 15 minutes of fame in Nana’s opinion, but if it makes you happy to look like a desperate rube then don’t listen to Nana and here are some Crayons for your sign.  Sorry, I got carried away.  Anyway, on that stretch of 44^th Street in addition to the Broadhursts’ serenade one is also “treated” to the cast album of its next door neighbor “Memphis” at the Shubert Theater.  On the other side of the street the Little Helen Hays Theater, is “Rock of Ages”.   Poor Helen’s foot prints and everyone else who happens by are forced to listen to a running loop of songs on their outdoor speaker system as well.  Now Nana knows that 80’s glam-rock is not her genre and she probably hasn’t been hip since Blossom Dearie told her she was, but if she hears “I want to know what love is” just one more time she will not be responsible for her actions.  Maybe she will bust the place up with her axe. (Guitar not work implement).

So far Nana has only said mean things and so in an effort to keep it light and frothy she will now say something nice.  I like pie.  There, I said it and I mean it.  Now get off me.  Thanks for reading and in conclusion Nana asks the question, ‘What’s wrong with Muriel Puce?” 

P.S. If you have never read “Auntie Mame: an Irreverent Escapade”, Please do so.  There will be no test later however, It will unarguably improve the quality of your life!