I’m about to begin the indoctrination program that will make Daughter the Second comfortable with navigating New York City. You have to get inside their tiny heads as soon as possible for it to stick and she’s almost six, so it’s time. It’s a rite of passage. Daughter the First is already hopelessly attached to Gotham, so my work there is pretty much complete.
You start with something safe and simple and then move on to more complex things. And take it from me, you can’t get safer than a matinee production of Disney’s The Lion King. It’s visually stunning but the music is boring and forgettable. It’s the bait I used on Daughter the First and it worked like a charm.
I marched down to the Minskoff Theater box office on my lunch hour and whipped out my credit card. Things have changed a bit since the last time I was there. The seating plan has been reconfigured. They now deem over half the house as “Premium Seating.” Typically, a premium seat would indicate a seat in the center orchestra and no further than, say, five or six rows from the stage. You can now pay $210 for ONE ticket in the 14th row off to the side. Or, if you’d like to sit in the last row on the floor in the back of the house, you can pay $154 for a seat. There’s money to be made and tourists to be gouged and fathers with good intentions to be taken advantage of. What a bunch of greedy, blood sucking leeches.
Exile on Pain Street 
oh UB!!!!! i had to read this to the MITM and his reaction (remember, he’s, as he says an old creole man), “hell, son, you’re taking her to a broadway show! she’s six and loves the museum! you’re doing a great job!!!”and on top of all that? daisy is coming to NYC!!! you’re the best, sugar!!! xoxoxoxo
I had similar ironic(sarcastic?) thoughts when I saw that plaque!And I think Sav’s man said it right.
for all of the money you spend, it’s the time with you that she’ll remember. put a cover on that ol’ inadequacy bench, brother.see you tuesday! ZIPITY-ZIPITY-ZING!
How dumb am I? I always assumed Eugene was Irish born and bred.
Yeah, like daisyfae and the others said. It’s not the amount of money you spend on your daughters…. it’s the time you spend with them. And from the things you post here, you spend lots and lots of good, high quality time with them.I’ll bet there’s lots of kids out there whose dads can dump wads of $$$ on them who wish those dads would just take them to a museum or for a bike ride through a park.You’re doing a fantastic job with your daughters, UB. So forget that inadequate stuff. Your time with them = priceless.Have fun when daisyfae rolls into town!!!
300 dollars for theatre tickets to a third rate musical? Well if that’s not being a good father, then carrying on being crap! How much did that lovely video of them going round that huge tall narrow sculpture cost?Enjoy your time with DF, you lucky man.
Sav: Thanks to both of you for that. I’m surrounded by conspicuous wealth and have a tendency to get wrapped-up in comparisons. It’s a losing game, I know.dinah: Poor old Eugene. If he only knew. He’d take it hard, I know.daisy: Can’t wait! Once again, you have managed to get tix to the two best shows in town. Uncanny. Pat: That your revelation should come on St. Patrick’s Day seems fitting. Ponita: I know it’s about the time and not about the money but because I am psychologically unsound, I allow these things to get under my skin. Will I ever learn?looby: That video was FREE! Hard to believe they weren’t charging admission for that exhibit. Top notch stuff.
Starbucks huh? How depressing.