We’re seven months into the year and a lot has happened since my last blog post. It’s summer in NYC, the New York Knicks won their first championship in 53 years (and my husband and I got to hang out with the captain and the champ while we talked and played games but that deserves its own post!!), the World Cup came to NYC (and the rest of the US) and revived humanity, and I began the process of achieving my life long goal…. writing a book. The vibes have been immaculate, and yet somehow, I have not been inspired to write a blog entry until last night. My family and I attended “Monday Night Magic”, the city’s longest-running Off-Broadway magic show at the legendary Cutting Room. Recording or photography of the show was not allowed but I did snap a few photos before the show started to capture the mood.
It was theatrical, it was grand, and based on the magician’s that came around to our tables and the magic they preformed, I was excited for the show. Still writing a blog post about it was not even on my radar.
Before the show, I decided to use the restroom. As I made my way through the packed venue of tables stacked so close together that we were all practically sharing a meal, I realized that I was not even close to the the bathroom. I followed sign after sign that led me from the main floor of the venue through a door and then another door, and then down the stairs into the basement, and then through a lengthy hallway with suspended piping from the ceiling and what looked like old decor and prop storage along the walls, then by the kitchen, and finally to the door for the women’s bathroom. Considering my unexpected journey to get to the bathroom, I had extremely low expectations of my upcoming experience. And then I opened the door. Suddenly marquee lights around a huge mirror, beautiful carved detailing, a variety of sanitary and moisturizing products, and a bathroom attendant met my eye. It felt like I was in a movie star’s dressing room rather than a public restroom. As I finished and made my way back to our table, I felt so delighted in my experience, in the evening, in the magic of NYC that I felt an undeniable inspiration to write about the experience.
I made it back to our table just in time for another magic act and the food we ordered. And as I watched the magic show that was being presented on stage, I couldn’t shake the feeling of experiencing my own magic in the most unexpected of ways.
Let The Magic Begin ✨ 