I know I need to watch one of these 1960′s era programs.
I missed Mad Men right out of the gate and could never seem to catch up. I skipped The Playboy Club for reasons too numerous to mention.
I wasn’t going to let Pan Am pass me by.
(I may not be nostalgic by nature, but I am competitive when it comes to TV viewing.)
Did you catch the Pan Am premiere Sunday night? The stewardess look and lifestyle is definitely romanticized. I found the show somewhat candy-coated and overly optimistic…but not the kind that makes you sick to your stomach — the kind that makes you stare and go, “Gosh, I wish I’d lived back then.” (And I only missed it by a couple of years.)
My biggest complaint with Pan Am?
The music’s too loud.
Seriously. The scoring for this series is so loud, it often overpowers the action on screen. I know the producers are trying to establish a certain ambiance, but they need to remember:
Not all the viewers were born back then. They can turn it down a notch.
Name that bar
I am on my way to Boston, and was determined to find blog inspiration en route.
It only took two blocks.
On 10th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen is a bar called Lansdowne Road, New York City’s best sports bar if you believe their marketing. I don’t know about that, but the name certainly jumps out to me.
I lived off Lansdowne Road in Lexington, Kentucky..in my very first apartment of my very own. (Translation: no roommates)
After 12 years in the pricey Northest, the place seems even bigger in my memory. And at $350 a month for a one-bedroom with free parking, well, I don’t mind admitting — I just threw up a little in my throat.
Yeah, I may have to pay this Lansdowne Bar a visit, just for the nostalgia. If it is near a Target, I’ll move in.
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