Finally Saw the "When Harry Met Sally" Arch

It's no secret on here that I'm a pathetically hopeless romantic. I fantasize of the various forms of love expression nearly constantly. I don't know when it started, perhaps I've always been this way. According to all the horoscopes I've read through the years about my lovely Cancer sign, I'm doing and feeling exactly as I should. So as you can imagine, I'm pretty sentimental when it comes to my love stories. Particularly the ones depicted in films. I love quite a few, but only three reign as my all time favorites. Each represents a particular aspect of my fantasy life that I would love to see come to fruition. Take When Harry Met Sally, one of the best movies ever made. It's set in New York City (my fantasy city) in the 80s (the best decade ever) and stars Billy Crystal (the most charming, funniest guy in any romantic comedy I've ever seen). Then there's Babycakes (starring Ricki Lake when she was fat). I can relate to her struggles in the dating world as a non-thin woman, and applaud her ambition and tenacity to push her self consciousness aside and go for the hot subway conductor. And get him!!! And Love and Basketball (this movie has a special place in my heart). It's about coming of age with someone who you later discover you love. It's too late for me to grow up with the boy next door, at first hating him because he's so immature and annoying; then later on, seeing him in a different way, for some strange reason getting those tingly feelings when he comes around; and then later on, experiencing my first kiss with him (though that's not the only first that happens, awww). But through this movie, I can imagine that type of sweet and precious relationship, and what it feels like to know an innocent love like this.

Wait a minute, am I forgetting something? Oh yes, the point of this post. Well for years now, I've wondered about the arch that Harry and Sally parted ways in front of after their long drive from Chicago to New York. I later learned it was in Washington Square. Each time I went to New York, I'd say to myself that this trip would be the trip that I found it. But I either got sidetracked or ran out of time. Not this past weekend though. While visiting the city I went to the W 4th St stop, asked around, and found my beloved arch. And took a picture of it. Isn't she beautiful? I was actually there!! It was like Billy, I mean Harry, was there with me to shake my hand goodbye just like he did Meg, I mean Sally.



Did you think I was kidding about being pathetically and hopelessly romantic?

But wait, there's more.....

How would you like to see my favorite scenes from the other movies I mentioned?

Babycakes



Love and Basketball




OK, I'm done now. Signing off. Reality is waiting on me.


Love,

Jennifer