How many times have I heard: "Break a leg!" before a performance? Well, I hope that everyone is happy that finally, I've broken a leg. Okay it's the ankle but it's on my leg so it counts. Is this going to make me a star? VJ readers know me by now....the ADD is setting in so I digress......
My visit to NYC was "eventful." Usual suspects stayed with me: My brother's daughters: Amara (8)and Ashanti, (14). Two extra girls changes the game! I have 3 flights of stairs in my apartment (the building has an elevator but unlike some of my rich Beverly Hills friends, I don't have an elevator IN my house!) so I'm schlepping, cleaning, cooking.... this is "Sunda's Vacation!" Doesn't everyone take a winter break by babysitting?
My brother has it down to a science, he doesn't do "drive bys" he does "DROP Offs!" When he drops off his girls with Aviva and Tovah, Bob the Builder can't even repair my house!
What a vacation! My washing machine broke, my raw silk lined weatherproof curtains have to be re-hung and please, let's not forget that the painter included removal and re-hanging in the price but has now taken off to Yugoslavia so I have to pay someone to get a scaffold to hang the curtains.
Let's also not forget my Stephen King experience with my neighbor's Bi-polar pit bull who flipped out on me in my house causing me and the kids to lock ourselves in their room because he went ballistic and just to end the year with a bang...
I go to dinner at Virage on 2nd Avenue with my sister, my husband, kids, and my nieces. After dessert we leave and I'm the last one out. I take TWO steps outside of the door. The first is fine and I go down to the ground with the second step. I see blackness as I faint from the pain.
My husband who (is always a pleasure during a crisis!) is screaming at me to GET UP! I am surrounded by people at this point who realize I'm hurt and badly! My boot and sock is removed and my ankle/foot is being packed in snow we wait for the ambulance.
My sister is kvetching that I was wearing the wrong boots, my husband is still screaming for me to get up and ordering everyone to dial 911 (which nobody does!) and only Aviva has the sense to go back into the restaurant and get me a chair as I lie in the snow!
I've partied through the 80's, drank Tequila like Vitamin Water and never once fell... at least not on ice but that's not the point.
Here's my kosher beef with Mayor Bloomberg: You're up everybody's "tuchus" to stop using salt! Take the salt you save and use it on the icy streets of NYC so my VJ readers don't miss a column! Dayenu!
Thanks for all your patience for as you know VJ always tells it like it is and like it was...and it's been a different type of New Year but thank G-d I lived to tell the story! Break a leg!
