(photos via broadway.com)

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I came back from my first trip to New York City in 2010 with a serious crush on that town. I stayed in the Village and ate and drank and wandered  around and attempted to shop the Garment District* and climbed up to take in the world from the top of the Statue of Liberty and stayed in the teeny tiniest hotel room and waited in line for ASSSSCAT 3000 , where it turned out Mike Birbiglia was the guest storyteller for the evening.

Basically, I had a magical time. It was also the first vacation I ever took by myself and I loved it.

But I needed reinforcement and moral support for the Garment District and one of the only things I didn’t do that I wanted to on my first trip was see a musical on Broadway. So another trip, this time with my mother and sister-in-law. And we spent this past weekend tramping around New York together.

(Sandy is a dog named Sunny, rescued from a Texas animal shelter a day before he was to be put to sleep. The show is raising money for animal rescue.)

Friday night, we dined at Chez Napoleon (a French restaurant that opened over 50 years ago) and then fought through the crowds in Times Square to our seats in the 10th row at the Palace Theatre for Annie. We caught Jane Lynch in her last weekend as Miss Hannigan (she’s not much of a dancer, but she can play a child-hating drunk like nobody’s business), and I very much prefer this production’s slightly tough, heavily-accented Annie to the slightly-too-sweet one I grew up with from the 1982 movie (the story is pretty saccharine on its own).

Top it off with excellent set design, Lilla Crawford’s voice (I’ve had her voice belting out “Maybe” running through my head for the last 3 days), and a scene that includes BOTH chair dancing and jazz hands (not exactly a pivotal scene in the show, but a serious highlight for me).

Broadway show: check.

* Garment District: instant sensory overload. I ran away the first time I went. This time went much better, if you consider “better” as meaning I bought so much I had to ship it home.