The scoop is that they just opened a spankin' new observation deck on top of the Rockefeller Center. I am SO doing this next weekend. I've been to the Top of the 'Cock. Next up, the Top of the Rock. It's another YAY, y'all.
The photos are by towleroad. Loves him.
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Jeebus H Cripes, you have to read things so carefully 'round these parts. I'm reading this post thinking to my myself "hang on a minute, since when does that word require an apostrophe of contraction/abbreviation?... oh, right.
"You're the top, you're the Colosseum,
You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, you're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa,
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top."
Mike, there's a nice article about Noel Coward's lyrics and the cleverness of his references, and his rhymes, here.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse.
I was just starting to copy and paste those lines when I noticed your link. I've always loved the things he chose to combine. To find someone who is all those? Potent little cocktail, that. Kinda like #1 on your list of things that attracts you to a guy: Pretty eyes, wicked mouth, dirty mind. http://tinyurl.com/bd926
Doesn't that panorama make the city boy in you just go all oogly?
Amen to that. Mmmm, cityscape. Gives me goosebumps.
I thing the genius of Noel Coward is in the juxtapositions, but also in the way he plays with the rhyme and delays the pay-off. The pauses are everything.
I thing? I think.
May we hug now?
Sure, but only if we can make out afterwards.
Well whaddya think I'm doing, checking your inseam?
OK, well, I have to mow my lawn now.
"OK, well, I have to mow my lawn now."
Wearing no more than cut-off denim shorts, your cowboy hat, some boots, and a lather of glistening sweat, right?
.. and is it just me, or are others coming across all Desperate Housewives and suddenly have a strong desire to do the gardener?
Last time I was wearing a cowboy hat and boots, I fell down a flight of stairs and really busted up my Christmas package.
There is something about dirt and sweat and my completely fictional hotness that has the ladies in a lather. ;-)
Hah! Can someone give me a 'Christmas cracker in da house'!
So sorry to hear that your chestnuts got roasted on the open stairs, Mikey. I just hope that your bells are now again jingling and the Christmas cracker is all in operational order. But honey, wearing a cowboy hat and boots at Christmas time? I mean really, is that appropriate? (Oh hell, f**k appropriate, who am I kidding, in that outfit you can excelsius my deo any time..).
I'm sure that you are indeed the hotness, Mikey, so if you excuse me I now have some lathering to do. Care to join me to assist in getting to those hard to reach places? Or was that places to reach hard? Hmmmm. Oh whatever.
;-)
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