these fig newtons are stale
Well, I'm in New York City, and I'm having a grand time. I've been walking a hell of a lot, which is fine by me. Today, Laura and I wandered around all over the place. Our main pretense was going to the American Apparel store, but we could hardly have been described as "goal oriented." Later, we met up with Ryan, Laura's boyfriend, and met some people for dinner at a pretty snazzy French restaurant. I had duck with fig sauce, and boy o boy was it good. There was also basically a whole duck on my plate. I did not finish it, though I kept wanting to eat more of it. I don't eat meat a whole lot, and when I do it's usually in the form of 2 strips of bacon--not a whole bird. Somewhat to my surprise, the woman offered to wrap it up "a la mason." So I carried a little baggie full of duck around with me for the rest of the night.
Ooh, the rest of the night. We were originally going to see Falstaff at the Met, which means that I would have gone to an opera, but the tenor decided not to perform that night, and apparently that's what everyone was so worked up about in the first place. So instead of doing that, Ryan got tickets to "Salva's Snowshow." All I knew about it going in was that Laura described it as "Russian existential clowning," and Ryan said that if there were another terrorist attack on New York, the only thing that could motivate him to join the army is if the attack damaged Salva's Snowshow. I was intrigued.
I'm telling you, you must make some kind of arrangements to see this show. It was very good clowning, for sure. That's cool--clowns are awesome, and the set was good and the costumes were cool and all that. However, the great part was the audience participation; you get wrapped in fake cobwebs, blasted with fake snow, and eventually wind up standing around up front doing the whole beach-ball-at-a-concert thing, except with balls ranging from 2 to 15 feet in diameter. It was crazy. There was also a bit where a guy used a jacket and hat on a coat rack to honestly convince me that there were two people on stage. He had one arm thrust through one sleeve of the jacket, and was doing a tearful goodbye scene, and it took a good deal of concentration on my part to see it as just one guy up there. It was crazy stuff.
All told, I'm having a good time and seeing lots of stuff and can't wait to see Upright Citizens Brigade theater tomorrow. That's what we're doing with Lucas. It promises to be tight.
Ooh, the rest of the night. We were originally going to see Falstaff at the Met, which means that I would have gone to an opera, but the tenor decided not to perform that night, and apparently that's what everyone was so worked up about in the first place. So instead of doing that, Ryan got tickets to "Salva's Snowshow." All I knew about it going in was that Laura described it as "Russian existential clowning," and Ryan said that if there were another terrorist attack on New York, the only thing that could motivate him to join the army is if the attack damaged Salva's Snowshow. I was intrigued.
I'm telling you, you must make some kind of arrangements to see this show. It was very good clowning, for sure. That's cool--clowns are awesome, and the set was good and the costumes were cool and all that. However, the great part was the audience participation; you get wrapped in fake cobwebs, blasted with fake snow, and eventually wind up standing around up front doing the whole beach-ball-at-a-concert thing, except with balls ranging from 2 to 15 feet in diameter. It was crazy. There was also a bit where a guy used a jacket and hat on a coat rack to honestly convince me that there were two people on stage. He had one arm thrust through one sleeve of the jacket, and was doing a tearful goodbye scene, and it took a good deal of concentration on my part to see it as just one guy up there. It was crazy stuff.
All told, I'm having a good time and seeing lots of stuff and can't wait to see Upright Citizens Brigade theater tomorrow. That's what we're doing with Lucas. It promises to be tight.