I've had too many glasses of Menage A Trois to be coherent right now, so all I can tell you is:
LIZA MINNELLI SANG "HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS" TO US AT THE PALACE.
And if you have no idea what that means, you need to go out and find yourself a copy of "Meet Me in St. Louis" right now. And then mentally tack on the 30 years that I have been watching that film (my mother's favorite) and crying over that song, sung by Judy Garland to Margaret O'Brien in the depths of despair while dressed in the richest crimson velvet gown you have ever laid eyes on.
And then? When we walked out after the show onto Broadway? It was snowing. Snowing. On Broadway, after seeing Liza at the Palace.
Now close your eyes and repeat to yourself, "I LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY AND I SAW LIZA AT THE PALACE" ten times, and then maybe you will be feeling what I am feeling: that this is a life you never really thought was possible, and somehow it's all come true.
Oh, HAPPY EVERYTHING...