Mmmm . . . Sloane

Last night English David and I went to see a preview of Joe Orton's Entertaining Mr. Sloane with Alec Baldwin, Chris Carmack, Richard Easton and Jan Maxwell.

Really good, and not just because Carmack is beautiful. The cast was phenomenal, the sets were great, and even though the play is 40 years old, it isn't creaky.

A pet peeve of mine is people who applaud when someone famous makes their entrance. Yes, Alec Baldwin is well-known. But for god's sake, all he did was walk through a door. Save it for the end.

Whee

In what is surely a fit of insanity, I have tickets for six shows this week. One show each on Tues., Wed., and Thurs. and three shows on Saturday. I only have to review three of them.

If anyone wants to be my 'plus one' for any of them, drop me a line.

And now for something completely different

Sorry for yesterday's self-pity post. In a variety of ways, the last couple of weeks have sucked. But as the philosopher says, what doesn't kill us, leaves us in agonizing, soul-crushing pain, screaming for death's sweet embrace.

Anyhoo.

Despite my general bad mood and The Blizzard of Aught Six, I saw two shows this weekend. Well, in point of fact, I had to review them, so I couldn't bail, which is what I really, really wanted to do.

So, the shows were Edenville and Kiss and Cry. Both were good shows (and full of eye candy). Edenville has one of the guys from Dante's Cove, a gay soap opera/supernatural thriller/mini-series thing that was on the Here! on demand channel. The guy was way cuter in person.

Anyway, I think Kiss and Cry was the better show, but both of them were worth checking out. Especially since the tickets are reasonably priced.

Last night I attended WYSIWYG's Worst. Sex. Ever. show which was marvelous, as usual. I'll write a little more about it once I dig out from under the pile of work (and two theatre reviews) that I have to do, but I will leave you with these topics that were covered: underwater cunnilingus performed by Jacques Cousteau; a war between good and evil fought over a vagina; various instances of vomitting on genitalia; and plenty of other stories that make my worst experiences seem okay.

Well, except for the guy I went out with who wanted me to spit in his mouth. That still kind of icks me.

Anyway, more about WYSIWYG later.

St. Hallmark's Day

Nothing like a Hallmark holiday to make your life feel pathetic.

I am so fucking sick of being alone.

A teammate and a friend

If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
-Robert Burns

Rest in peace, Doug.

Bad Day

It's been a really bad day.

Catch up

So the weekend was fun. I went to Jess and Marc's house. We ate, we drank, we were merry. As always, a fun and relaxing weekend in the 'burbs.

Monday was the NY Nightlife Awards with English David. Fun time. And now I can say that I've seen Elaine Stritch, Eartha Kitt, and Lesley Gore perform live. I also saw Charles Busch and Brian Stokes Mitchell, but I've seen them perform before. I majorly heart Charles Busch.

A couple of stand-out performances were given by A Little Traveling Music (never heard of them, but they were great) and Creation Nation (whom I'd heard of, but never made it over to Ars Nova [I think] to see).

It was a great night.

One other cool thing. So I'm watching last night's Lost and I think to myself, hey, the girl that Sawyer's scamming in his flashback looks familiar. Turns out she's a girl who was in the drama department with me in college. In fact, I was the stage manager for the first play she was in.

Now she gets to make out with Sawyer in Hawaii while I'm stuck in a crappy, drudge job, making out with no one.

Bollocks.

Brokeback to the Future

Really funny.