Anne Smith :: Blog for May 2010
Hi, Everybody- I’m channeling Guinevere…here in Camelot, Manhattan:
Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here! That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear!
If anyone noticed - I didn’t write a blog for April. I’m sorry! Wasn’t it cold and rainy?
Now we’re all in the thick of proms, graduation plans, end of the school year events, Mother’s Day stuff, thoughts of gardening…I just love May!
I have recently returned from my hometown of Argyle, where I presented a solo performance at the United Presbyterian Church. The Friends of the Library secured funding through The NY Council for the Arts, in conjunction with L.A.R.A.C (Lower Adirondack Regional Arts Council). It was great to be in my community and see my family and some old friends from high school. Marc and I stayed at The Sagamore Hotel in Bolton Landing. Go ahead, look it up online and be blown away by the grandeur of its grounds and location, overlooking Lake George. When I was growing up, The Sagamore Hotel was considered “The Ritz Carlton” of the region, reserved for wealthy Manhattanites who were summering in Lake George. Well…let me tell you; it ain’t all that! Should I start with the very small room, for $400/night,decorated in ugly,gloomy colors, with no reading chair or lamp? Or the housekeeper that finally rang our room at 5:30pm the next day, when we were changing to go out, to see if we wanted our room cleaned? How about the faucet tab for the shower that clunked off the fixture onto my foot? No bathtub and an open-stall toilet? Or the leaky bathroom sink that pooled water all over the surrounding vanity? The lipstick on Marc’s coffee mug at breakfast? ( Marc doesn’t wear that shade!); The hour that it took room service to finally respond that they could NOT find a sewing kit ?-(those little cheapie needle/thread thingies that just about every hotel over $99. a night can come up with); the staff was unfailingly pleasant. The food was unfailingly average, the service, poor. The décor was in conflict throughout the common areas-Adirondack Rustic or French Provincial or Modern Colonial, with some garish Oriental rugs sprinkled around? Tired antique oil paintings of flowers and dingy autumnal Adirondack landscapes hung on the walls. One night when we were leaving our room, as the door closed, the sign with our room number *154 fell from the wall into the hallway. Hey, could our room have been haunted? Truthfully, when the number fell off the wall, I found it to be funny as hell; at this point, we had already voiced our displeasure to the manager at the front desk, who was genuinely chagrined. We had the feeling that the staff was truly embarrassed but overwhelmed. There were simply not enough people employed. At check-out we were given a half-night’s rate discount for our inconvenience. I put in a phone call to the corporate headquarters, because I’m still so irritated that I want to write a letter. A receptionist tried to explain: “They just opened.” I’m still trying to figure that one out.
All in all, it was great to escape NYC with Marc for a few days, breathe Adirondack air, flood my eyes with sun, clouds, pine trees, birds, lakes, mountains, and stunning views from the Saggingmore…oh, did I mention that on the drive up I got a speeding ticket? I tried to explain to the State Trooper that for God’s sake, “IT’S MAY! I’m going blissfully astray!” Those guys are so freaking serious. And so important to themselves. He actually referred to his car as “an emergency vehicle.” !! Except there was no emergency…unless you consider nailing your quota of tickets an emergency. Glad ta help ya out, buddy. You’re not gonna to break Guinevere’s stride. As my favorite crazy person in Manhattan (who will remain anonymous to protect his multiple personalities) told me last week at The Muffins Café while he crocheted dresses for his Barbie Doll named Peggy Lee : “And anyway, what are Magnolia Cupcakes but a box of Law Enforcement with swirly Walt Disney frosting?” Tra-La! It makes sense to me!
Until Next time xoxAnnie