Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Lifestyles of the Waxy and Famous

One of the things we did while in New York that was a blast was Madame Tussaude’s Wax Museum near Times Square. Because we were on a school trip, we followed a preset itinerary and did things as a group for the most part. Hubby and I had no interest in the wax museum because we figured it would be one of those overpriced tourist attractions that leaves you feeling ripped off. (This means you, Gatlinburg strip.) We skipped that stop and piddled around in Times Square. When we all met up for dinner though, everyone was raving about how much fun they’d had in the wax museum. The admission was already covered in our New York Pass, so Hubby and I figured we had nothing to lose and decided to give it a try during the extra hour we had before our Broadway show. Ooh, am I glad we did. What we hadn’t realized is that the museum is interactive…in an intimate way.


Here’s the thing. You get to touch the wax figures. And pose with them. And take your picture with them. Get it? Pose and take pictures. Oh, yeah. And pose we did. Even Hubby got into it, and trust me, he has NONE of the hammin’ it up in public gene. Zip. Zero. As in he likes to stand in the back and try to go unnoticed. Unlike a couple of other Hula-gen’s I won’t name. But there he was, right next to his hero.

And a few other famous folks.


Pardon me, mam, do you have any grey Poupon?

We had a large time. With George.

And Johnny.

And Elton.

And Tina.


By the way, we’ll be working on Hubby’s photography skills in the coming weeks. To the right, babe. The RIGHT.

There were famous athletes.

Teen Angel had a little run-in with Mick Jagger.

But she was gaga with Gaga, as was I.

And she met the Back In Synch Boys.

There was P Diddy. Or Puff Daddy. Or Stay Puff. Or Q-Tip or whatever his name is now.

And she made friends with the Donald’s hair.

I had another chance to kick up my heels. Warning! Gratuitous Rockette picture.

Oh, high school drill team, how I miss you so.

I have several more, but I’ll stop here. I left out the one of Teen Angel fondling Derek Jeter’s backside since I’d like for her to get a JOB after college, and we don’t need THAT floating around the World Wide Web.

The really funny thing was that even though Teen Angel went through the museum at a different time, she came away with pictures of her with Elton, Gaga and George in almost exactly the same pose as me. She’s becoming her mother and she doesn’t even know it. Sigh. My work is done.

3 comments:

Jan n Jer said...

That looks like a blast...I will have to go there on my next trip to NYC. Great photo ops!

"CAPTAIN DAVE" said...

Hate to say it, but your work's just beginning!
Great pics! Looks like fun!

The Church Lady said...

That is something I have never done while in NYC. It really does look like a fun interactive way to play with wax!