As reported yesterday on Vanishing New York, the Village Paper Store- IMHO the best place to buy ridiculous old-school comedy props in NYC- has burnt down.
Let me just say I loved this store. Back when I was doing sketch comedy, it was the first place I’d turn whenever I needed a ludicrous and hilarious object. Their staff was made up mostly of gruff men with a thorough knowledge of exactly the kind of ridiculous comedic object that you wanted.
The thing that made this store so special was that it was not your typical Halloween costume shop, or novelty store. It looked and felt exactly like your typical corner bodega where you get a sandwich or run to get milk in the middle of the night.
Except instead of milk and sandwiches, they had novelties. Glorious, glorious novelties.
About 2 years ago, I remember going in their and asking (certain in the knowledge that it was a ludicrous question and I would certainly be rebuffed) “Do you have…um…something like an inflatable sledgehammer?” The two men turned to each other, and one man nodded and went silently down one aisle of the store and retrieved a square green package- my very own plastic, inflatable sledgehammer. I knew this was a place I had to return to.
About 6 months later, I went in and asked (certain that they’d have it this time) “Do you have something like a stuffed giraffe?” This time the men turned to each other, spoke briefly and turned back to me. “No.” they said. “But we do have a giraffe mask. Do you want a giraffe mask? We have two sizes.” Obviously, I wanted a giraffe mask. Both sizes.
The last time I went in there, it was about a year ago. I went in to buy a Pinata for a party my girlfriend was throwing. The thing was, we didn’t really want a donkey Pinata. I forget exactly why we didn’t, but the objective was most definitely to buy a non-donkey Pinata. And so I went in to the Village Paper Store, and spent a little time looking.
And what did I find?
Nothing.
It didn’t seem as though they had a single pinata!
I started to panic- the party was coming up soon- where else would I get a pinata on such short notice? This had been my place to go to get such things!
And so I turned to the men at the desk, in my wild frenzy, and I said, “Do you guys have pinatas?”
And the men at the counter looked at each other. And one looked to me, and said “Come with me.” He grabbed a long pole, proceeded down the first aisle to the end, and pointed up.
Hanging from the ceiling of the Village Paper Store was a veritable International Summit of Pinatas. Pinatas of all stripes and nations! Dragons and Bears and Donkeys, of course! And then, from afar, I saw it. The most perfect Pinata for our party.
A butterfly Pinata. The Village Paper store had done it again.
The donkey, the beast of burden, who really wants to hit that? Have they not suffered enough?
But the god damn cocky Butterfly, with its flying free and its being beautiful and its not doing a god damn thing for anyone? Oh man, you just want to fill that SOB up with candy and hit it with a bat!
OR AN INFLATABLE SLEDGEHAMMER. ALSO AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!
My heart goes out to the family that owns and runs the Village Paper Store. It provided hours of joy for myself- and from what I’ve been reading- many, many others. My best wishes to them to recover from this.