NYC, I'd Like You to Meet PC

Wednesday, October 5, 2011
I really felt like I was introducing New York to an entirely different me from when I lived there before. The Park City Molly. I like the Park City Molly and I wanted New York to meet her. When I lived there before I was just  20 yrs. old--that's young. I was still finding myself. (Well, I guess nothing's changed there). I was unsure of myself, single, and a little lost. 

For a bit of background, my parents were newlyweds in Manhattan and are huge lovers of the city. My sister was born there and I was born not too far away in D.C. We visited the big apple as often as possible, usually with one of my dad's touring groups, and I took a risk and moved there for a year before my mission. I lived in Brooklyn (Cobble Hill/Carroll Gardens, just below Brooklyn Heights) with my director from Sundance and his wife and 2 yr.old son, Wyatt. Also a little background on the Sundance thing--they used to have a professional musical theatre company on the outdoor stage. I was involved in The Music Man and got to share the stage with Karen Mason in Gypsy. It was incredible. That's where I met Robert (Redford), Glen Close, Carol Burnett (AUGH!) and I can't remember who else. Some famous people. Anyway, at the end of the season, my director asked me if I wanted to move to NYC and help with their son, take classes, explore the city, audition, etc. I said yes. I'm glad I did. 


 Alena Hicken Hall, Scott McLean, chubby Molly

 The man himself. It was after (or just before?) the show, thus the makeup.
 My little Wyatt on the Brooklyn Promenade. My favorite place in New York. Notice the twin towers?


But I digress...

Being back in the city as the new Molly was so wonderful. This has happened to me on several occasions visiting places I'd lived or visited when I was younger. I am so much more sure of myself and who I am. I wanted to take that city by the horns and show it who was boss! And I did! (When I wasn't too tired). It is a neat unique thing to have marked experiences like this where you get to almost "see" how far you have come in life. I remember being in deep contemplation while sitting on the Brooklyn promenade, praying with all my heart about what to do with my life. Should I serve a mission? Would I ever get married? Your early 20's are a very vulnerable and unsure time of life. I felt that strongly while living in New York. Everyone there seemed so glamorous and "almost famous". In fact, I sat there on the Brooklyn Promenade and promised God I would give my life to him if He would show me the way. I pledged my  heart and soul to Him. I did that again while Lucy was choking. And I remembered that I had already done that when I was 20 and living alone in the city. But I did it again while she lay lifeless, worrying that what I had already given wasn't good enough and maybe if I was better he would heal her. I really did. 

So I walked the same streets in the city, sat in the same subway trains, but it was not the same me. I like the new me and I want to tell the young me that I'm proud of how far I've come. Despite the incredible difficulty and pain, the new Molly walked tall in Brooklyn and Times Square and SoHo and the Village. She knew her life was how it is meant to be. A wonderful husband, two children, and enough dignity and grace to hold her head up. It felt good. It felt really good. 

So with that long introduction, I think I'm going to have to break this up into a few posts because there are too many photos. I'm going to break it up into categories like: Shows, Food, Places, People. Something like that. We'll start with shows since that is what most people go to NYC to see. First up: Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?

Who Wants to be a Millionaire? I do! But we didn't pass the written test. It was hard! And Rachael is a smarty pants who went to Princeton but no dice.She was chosen to be the $1,000 audience member question person, but there was no time at the end of the filming. Bummer. I think it was her red lipstick and they must have felt her smartness. Honestly, I would have done horribly.

And the photo below is horrible, but one of the only ones we got in the studio.

Later that  night we saw Memphis. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't like it. Nope. Did not like it. Rachael will kill me for saying so, but it was actually almost painful. The lead guy was supposed to be this George McFly type character who was awkward but lovable...but it came across as downright irritating. The dancing and the bodies were incredible, but the story was just not that compelling and I still could not sing you one single snippet from the show. The music was just not catchy. It was Broadway Week while we were there (only one week out of the entire year that all shows are buy one ticket get one free!) so we took a chance and saw this. I was so sad that I didn't like it. But I did meet some neat women from Africa while I was there. And I was so tired, maybe that had something to do with it. But if you want my advice, don't see it. Just sayin.

Next up: Jersey Boys. LOVED.IT!. Loved it. Loved it. I WILL be a Jersey Girl someday. Mark my words.

And last but not least, here I am shamelessly singing, "I Dreamed A Dream" at Don't Tell Mama's--a very famous piano bar where cabaret acts like Judy Garland have performed. You should click on the link and see what its all about. Then you might think I'm cool for singing there.

Ya, I had all these cute outfits planned and ended up wearing this same dress most of the time. And the dress isn't even mine. My friend Annalissa, whom we stayed with the first two nights, loaned it to me and I threw a belt on it and called it good. It was just too hot and humid for anything else. I looked straight out of the Utah GAP with it on, especially at the piano bar, but I just went with it. I wanted to sing some clever and unique song, but I decided to go with an old stand by that I knew well instead of butchering something else. It was fun and a lifelong dream fulfilled! I sang at a New York piano bar and got a standing ovation! So much fun!!

Ok, Ok, here it is:

Welp, the link isn't working. I'll have to post it later.

To bed, to bed the doctor said. Goodnight.


  1. Since I have never been to the BIG city of NYC... I love it when people share their time there. Love the old you and the new you even better. YOU really have some awesome memories of NYC.


  2. I love the little time I've spent in NYC. I also love the shoes you're wearing in the ABC picture. From the little I can see, I want them for my very own.

  3. Molly, I had no idea you lived in Carroll Gardens! (And pause while I revel in the idea that I am correcting Molly Jackson's spelling of Carroll! Wow that was nice!) We would have been neighbors, ward members; friends; until you snubbed me for my backwards ways and joined the list of people who didn't think we'd make it! I can almost smell NY looking at your pictures. Love them! Glad you got to go back and have that moment, that feeling of accomplishment. Chris and I had that the last time we went back. We visited the ward and old friends, ate lunch with our old landlord who had recently lost his wife, and sat on our old brown stone steps and wept at the rush of experience, memories, and amazement. NY was so much to us, so life changing in so many ways we could never have imagined!

  4. What a fun time! I love NYC!

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  5. Love how you shared old pics...not sure if I have the guts to do that! (with my big 'ol glasses...)

  6. I was just singing "I Dreamed A Dream" in the shower yesterday, which is the only place I will ever sang it. You sang it at a FAMOUS PIANO BAR in NEW YORK CITY and got a STANDING O. Wow. I'm not sure I'm cool enough to even read your blog anymore. So amazing!

  7. Pack of Robinsons (jenny, my SIL)--It's true! I lived in CARROLL GARDENS. Thank you for the spell check! I thought we had talked about this. Fun to still be learning things about each other.

    Now I'm getting hungry for New York pizza.

  8. You're stinkin cute. Love and miss you my Mcbutta!


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