Which brings me once again atop my trusty soap-box. Those so inclined to amuse me may continue reading. Others hoping that I would just get on with this story already may wish to skip down a paragraph or two.
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Dear Lurkers,
I would just like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one you for reading BPR. Sometimes when we post our silly drivel, we wonder if anyone is paying attention. We now know that there is a significant anonymous contingent of you out there. We send you our love and consider you full members of our family, wherever it is you may be hiding.
Thank You.
Don't think I am oblivious, faithful readers, to the dish you really want to know. Go ahead, its ok to ask. WHAT WAS EVERYONE WEARING? I know you want to know. This group has been throwing around fashion smack all season long, the least they could do is show up in some "bangin' outfits", right? Well, it was cold. And so most of us were bundled up beyond recognition. You should know me well enough by now that I have no business judging the fashion sense of others anyways. Best to leave that work to the professionals, like Nancy O'Dell and Anne Slowey.
The two most important looks belonged to Mom, who wore her famous lime colored print blouse and our resident NYC guide and BR window photographer Dianne, donning a mustard colored coat. This Mustard Coat would prove to be a beacon for lost BPR tour souls throughout the day.When Laura finally found her way to the Atlas lobby, it was as if a rock star had appeared. Warm, happy hugs all around. The Tour could begin! Scarlett passed out the lanyards for our nametags, we all put them on and voila! Our transformation into full-blown Project Runway dorks was complete. We truly were a family. Slightly twisted, yes, considering our mission. But family is family, and we all had the nametags to prove it. Huzzah!
This was met with much snickering from the Atlas security staff. You know these guys. You've seen them in countless PR episodes cowering behind their lobby desk, pretending that they don't know they are camera.
Silly, silly people. Can they not comprehend the fantabulous time we are about to have?We were soon met by Jim Ferazzi from The Atlas. He takes one look at us and says "I think we better take the freight elevator." This prompts even more snickering from the guards. Phooey on them - to the roof! Or rather, the sky terrace, as the Atlas prefers to call it.
Once we found ourselves on the location of the "Boys from 35D scene", a sense of reverence fell over the group. Debates were sparked immediately about the precise location of the famous self-photograph. And I must say that even on a cold, grey morning the views up there were incredible. For PR addicts like us, such sites are truly hallowed ground.
It was time to move. We were on a tight schedule and had little time to spare. Laura instructed us all to "Follow the Mustard Coat". A short walk later found us at the steps of Parsons. Many oohs and aahs ensued as we beheld the famous exterior seen in nearly every episode of PR. Here we were greeted by Pasquale, the building engineer who was personally recommended to us by Tim Gunn (angel voices again, please. thank you)
Pasquale was wonderful. He was quiet, humble and immensely proud of the fact that PR is filmed in his building. He watches every show. He was in the auditorium for the filming of the judging runways! (gasps from the tour group) They gave him a ticket to the OFW show! There was immediate respect and envy from all. He was one of us, and he had some things to show us.And oh, the sites we were about to see...
Coming up in Part 4 - The 'sanctum sanctorum', Snowflake's hair and some cheesy biscuits.
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