Inky's Room and Dress-up (NYC Day 3)

Bonjour, tous ceux qui lisent ce blog! C'est Sandrine et Coralie!

I think it's finally time we tell you about our last day in New York City.
Yeah, and fortunately, that obnoxious redhead who couldn't stop singing an obnoxious song about some girl named Sherry hopped on a train and went back to Newark. 
She intimidated me.
She was just obnoxious. Anyway, back to our third day! We took some great photos in our friend Inky's bedroom, and she even let us try on some of her awesome outfits. Here's Inky in her room. Isn't it cool? Her room is so much bigger than mine; it really isn't fair.

We also took this group photo. I'm on the far right.

Inky's friend Coral decided to hop in the picture, too. Like me, Coral is a dancer. I had so much fun talking to her about ballet, which I could talk about forever. She attends the School of American Ballet, which makes me so jealous. 

I got to try on this dress in my favorite color. I added my own flair to it by wearing my boots.

I tried on this short blue ballgown. I thought it looked nice, though it was a little heavy!

Overall, it was a great trip. I hope to go back and actually see a ballet!
I want to see another Broadway show.
No, Coralie, you're going to a ballet with me!
Only if you see a Broadway show with me!
Musicals aren't really my thing, but sure.

Sandrine et Coralie

Big Girls DO Cry- NYC Day 2

Hello...Coralie again with Sandrine as my translator...

The second day in New York, Inky took me to the Cultural Services of the French Embassy, which included seeing a French flag in the United States. So cool!

That included a trip to the bookstore, and they have a gorgeous painted zodiac ceiling.

For breakfast, we devoured some macarons from Ladurée. I couldn't believe there was a Ladurée in NYC; I've only seen them in Paris! The green awning and window displays are practically the same. I had an interesting macaron that's flavor was Marie-Antoinette. I'm not sure how to describe it in any language!

After that, I got to take a walk in Central Park. I got to borrow this gorgeous dress of Inky's friend's, and I never wanted to take it off. It was one of the prettiest dresses I've ever worn. 
Enough about the dress; Central Park is great. It reminds me of the Citadelle in my hometown of Lille, and you'll see what I mean when Sabine posts about the Citadelle

Here, you can see a sailboat race.

The city skyline in the background:

This is what really made me think of the Citadelle...

Here is where things got scary and weird. Sandrine and I decided to go to Times Square before I met Inky and her friend Shoshana for dinner. We were such typical French tourist girls that it was hilarious, but Times Square really is everything everybody makes it out to be. It's the biggest tourist trap in America, and I love it!

Isn't this incredible?! What really got me were all the advertisements for Broadway shows. I was in theatre geek heaven. I wanted to see a musical more than life, but I didn't think I had the chance or money to snag a ticket for any of them. My eyes widened, and I became such a fangirl. I have to be on Broadway someday. That's my dream. The only thing standing in my way is my English. Ok, actually, a lot of things are standing in my way...

A scary Queen Elsa! Since Sandrine is my Elsa, I had to point it out to her. We laughed so hard! I think Sandrine wears the costume better, plus she doesn't wear a creepy big helmet!

Here is where things got weird. Sandrine and I heard this girl who was crying hysterically. She was literally uncontrollably bawling her eyes out. Sandrine's English is far superior to mine, so she listened closely to what this girl was saying. This girl has a high, shiny strawberry-blonde ponytail. She was wearing a weird vintage suit. Sandrine and I agreed that the suit was the weirdest thing ever. Why would you ever wear something like that to stroll around the city? The girl knew she was in New York City because she lives right across the river in New Jersey and has been here several times. However, something about the city, she said, was different. She was also asking if we'd seen somebody named Toni. After Sandrine snapped and pretty much freaked out on the girl, we found out that Toni is her best friend. The two girls were running from alleged Mafia members when she all the sudden ended up in New York City...without Toni. The poor girl was so confused and kept stating that she needed to find the Four Seasons.
"The fancy hotel?" Sandrine asked.
"NO! THE FOUR SEASONS! MY FRIEND TONI KNOWS THEM! Well, not really. They just hang around her neighborhood." 
We figured it out after the girl pointed to some ads for some musical called Jersey Boys. This girl really wanted to see the musical because it would somehow help her go back home. I don't even know. Sandrine and I discussed it in French. I really didn't want to leave the girl. She was a trainwreck and clearly confused about everything. Sandrine proposed that I see Jersey Boys with her since I was dying to see a musical and then ditch the girl before I met Inky for dinner. Good plan. There was no way in hell Sandrine was going to see Jersey Boys. An American named Liz that she knows loves the show and the Four Seasons, whoever they are because they apparently aren't just a hotel, part of Earth's rotation, or a piece by Vivaldi. 

Oui, I went to see this show with this crazy girl.

Here she is in her weird vintage suit. I found out that her name was Lorraine. Sandrine and I couldn't understand her at first since she doesn't pronounce "Lorraine" the French way. She also has an accent on top of having an American accent. Lorraine doesn't speak French, but she "speaks Italian curse words that Toni's family" taught her...

This girl went absolutely crazy once we were inside. She kept asking if people knew Frankie Valli. I guess my English wasn't that bad if I could understand that. I don't even know who that is. I think it could be one of the Mafia men she was talking about.

I had to really try my hardest to understand her. I paid close attention and had to translate whatever she said back into French in my head. I think I understand. She was excited for the concert and couldn't wait for them to sing "Sherry". She said that she finally bought the Sherry and 11 Others record a week ago. I thought this was a Broadway show, not a concert! I was so disappointed. 

I was disappointed...until the lights dimmed and the first song began to play. To my surprise, it was in French! Plus, it was an old early 2000s French pop song! I was so happy! Even if I couldn't understand the whole show, I understood the song!

Lorraine, however, wasn't amused. She asked why it wasn't "Sherry" and why it was in French. I gestured at her to be quiet. She was good at being quiet until they sang "Sherry", and she loudly sang along.

It was a Broadway musical. Lorraine was the confused one, not me! She was really mad and whined afterwards. "THESE ARE NOT THE FOUR SEASONS. I ONLY KNEW THE SONGS UP UNTIL 'BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY'....well, every song except for that French garbage. Oh, I liked that character named Lorraine. Good name. This was the worst day of my life. Big girls DO cry, and one is crying right now."

It was a good day for me. I saw my first Broadway musical, and although I couldn't really understand the lines and therefore couldn't exactly laugh along, the songs were easy because a lot of the verses were repetitive. Very English-learner friendly. 

Like almost every theatre geek, I knew that we should wait by the stage door. I wanted the actors to sign my Playbill! Plus, Lorraine was still asking to see Frankie Valli. I thought it would be awesome for her to meet the actor who played him! As soon as he came out the door, I shrieked, "Frankie Valli!" Lorraine looked happier and very excited. The actor even gave her a kiss, which he didn't give me--the actual theatre girl here. I was so jealous. I was even more furious, though, because Lorraine insisted that it wasn't Frankie Valli. I don't know what Lorraine didn't understand. Frankie Valli is just a character, not a real person. 

I had to meet Inky and Shoshana for dinner, but this girl insisted on coming with me. Here I am with Lorraine and Inky.

Before dinner, I had to relax. My feet were killing me! I decided to use my relaxation time do research the musical I just saw. Lorraine kept asking me what my cell phone was and why people were so obsessed with them. She has never seen one until today. Wow, I couldn't believe it! 
I did find out so much. The Four Seasons was a 60s pop group, Frankie Valli is a real person and the real lead singer, and the musical what somewhat like a biography. There was also a movie adaptation, which I might have to watch now! I found out that the suit Lorraine was wearing was a costume from the movie. I was learning things, but things still weren't adding up. Who is this girl? What's her story?

I would worry about figuring out who Lorraine is later. I was just excited to eat and hopefully practice my English with Inky and friends, if they wanted to talk to somebody who speaks so slowly.

Here I am in between Lorraine and Inky:

Lorraine thought this menu was weird and "exorbitantly overpriced". I thought it was pricier, but it's a specialty restaurant. Lorraine said you could get clothes for those prices. No, you can't...unless you hit sale season at the right time.
She also had an issue with Maryellen. I don't know who that is. It's apparently a girl that looks similar to Lorraine. 

Shoshana decided to move her chair and join us. I hope Lorraine didn't bother her. 

The whole day was a blast, and Lorraine definitely made it more interesting. After dinner, she just vanished. No goodbye, no anything. Just--poof--and gone. The whole thing was bizarre...

Do you like Broadway musicals as much as I do? Which shows have you seen?


Welcome to New York- NYC Day 1

Salut, tous ceux qui lisent ce blog! Bonjour! C'est Sabine et Sandrine, et nous allons partager notre voyage à New-York. 

Ok, the only reason we were lucky enough to go to NYC was because of Coralie, who Sabine hates.
I don't hate her, Sandrine! I just get a weird feeling from her.
You can get a weird feeling from her, but you can't be grateful that you went to New York because of her? Makes sense. 
I'm appreciative...just...never mind.
Ignore Sabine for me, alright? Coralie is an aspiring stage actress who dreams of moving to New York City and starring in a Broadway show. Coralie's parents wanted her to check out New York University, and Sabine and I got to go since our brother is studying abroad there. We visited him. Most importantly, we also got to visit another friend...Inky!
We met once before, but it was awesome to see her again and get to spend most of the weekend with her. 

First, we took some great photos by the Lincoln Center fountain:

Here I am by the Metropolitan Opera House. I regret not taking a photo by the David H. Koch Theatre, home of the New York City Ballet. Sabine hears so much about ballet that she probably would've hurt me if I asked. She's so disrespectful of my interests.

I'm not disrespectful of your interests, Sandrine! Can you stop victimizing yourself for once in your life?! Yeah, there's only so much I want to hear about ballet. That doesn't mean I don't support you. Anyway, after we took the photos, we did some shopping. Any guesses as to what our first stop was?

Still unsure?

The first thing we saw as we walked in were some kitschy, stereotypical American '50s displays. I can only handle so much tacky in a given moment. This was overload. 

Inky and I got our photo taken in this classy horse-drawn carriage, just like the ones you see in Central Park. It's good to know the whole store wasn't '50s-themed.

I hopped in and dozed off.
Sabine does look pretty spacey, if you ask me. Oh, well! Not my problem!

I took Sabine's photo by this hideously dressed girl that looked like her obnoxious American friend Lilly.
Isn't Sandrine the nicest? The outfits aren't too bad. Just too much pink for my liking. I'm also not a fan of the whole "country girl" look.

I also got to do one of the things that I do best: sing!
I passed out on the sofa because I can't stand karaoke, especially if it involves Miley Cyrus's songs. 

This pretty model reminded me of my friend Delphine.

Here's the Beforever section, where you can go back in time to several different time periods in American history. History is awesome, especially the outfits. I'm just thankful I can wear pants all the time now.
Better American history than French...not even sorry...

We had to get a photo by the Grace photo-op thingy. It's just so hilariously stereotypically French.

While Sabine was getting her ears pierced, I got to do what I wanted to do! Of course, I wanted to get my hair done. It was so relaxing. I so deserved it.

How great does my hair look?! I never want to take it out.

Ugh, more stereotypically French Grace stuff. Also, that outfit she's wearing is horrendous.
Hey, the girl can bake, no matter how laughable most of her stuff is...

SO MUCH PURPLE. THAT is the historical time period I want to live in!
Sandrine is completely ignoring the fact that people clearly wore more than purple in 1914. Purple is just her favorite color, so she's freaking out.

Photo-op with Inky in this gazebo!
I'm obstinate, so I didn't go inside the gazebo.

Oh, hey, it's back...take a trip down the Eisenhower Interstate System to MORE HORRIBLE, TACKY '50s KITSCH. I know my US presidents, I guess. 
It's not that tacky...ok, it is. At least they aren't playing that song about short shorts from 1957. Liz sings it all the time when she sees people in short shorts.
That song is the worst. Liz is the worst.

Sandrine saw her purple; I found my blue.

Look where Sandrine and I stopped to eat!
The short shorts song isn't on the jukebox. Still, this place is so tacky, and the food is so greasy and gross. I can't even eat.
I'm so accustomed to diner food after going there several times near midnight with Lilly during our program this summer.
That's so disgusting. I'm so happy Malorie and Chrissa just wanted to hang out, talk about ballet, and watch movies.

After the American Girl Place, I got to go to Sephora! I almost died and went to heaven. That store is pure perfection. Of course I bought a lot. It's the prettiest and best Sephora I've ever been in!

Since we were in the city on 9/11, the Empire State Building was looking very patriotic. Ignore H&M in my photo, even though it's a great store that I love so much...just not as much as Sephora.

I'm blurry (sad!), but you can see how patriotic the Empire State Building looks.

It didn't sound like it...
The less you talk, the less stupid you'll sound. Of course I love New York City. I just don't like American '50s stuff. 
I'm glad you had fun, and I'm also glad we got all of your new make-up to fit in your luggage.
I know, right?! I should've used a bigger suitcase!

What's your favorite part of New York City, if you've been there? Do you LOVE Sephora as much as I, Sandrine, do?! Don't even answer that because you don't. 
So true. I've never met somebody who loves make-up THAT much.

Sabine et Sandrine