What I saw: "Sense and Sensibility" at the Judson Gym at 243 Thompson Street, just south of Washington Square Park, in the West Village in New York City.
Sure, you're the asshole driving across Times Square at 5 pm, but, you're right, I'm the moron for crossing in the crosswalk with the light.— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) June 29, 2016
What I wore: a green floral shirt that kept coming unbuttoned, gray jeans, gray Puma sneakers, old classic tan Coach purse with a long, cross-the-body strap from back in the days when they were still made in USA.
Pacing and chatting,— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) June 29, 2016
Barefoot guy on Houston Street
"Feels incredible!" #haiku #nyc #sunshine #mania pic.twitter.com/zegCeBw44O
What I did beforehand: ate dinner at Jane with the Bacon Provider and our friend R.
Who went with me: R went with me to the show.
|I realize we look nuts|
How I got tickets: online
Why I saw this show: relentless Theater Mania marketing
Where I sat: A 101, front and center. I recommend seats towards the middle of the theater.
Things that were sad: when it was over and we realized we should have brought everyone we knew with us.
Things that were funny: the witty repartee of the Queen of Regency Period rom-com, things on wheels, underwear, snippets of rude eating, dancing.
Things that were not funny: most plays are neither as fun or as good as this.
What it is: a surprisingly faithful adaptation of Jane Austen's first novel, performed with enthusiasm and precision by a talented ensemble, lasting about 2 1/2 hours, with one intermission.
Who should see it: gossip-mongers, Anglophiles, people who short attention-spans, beer-drinkers, match-makers, romantics, skeptics, and curmudgeons.
I think I am seeing my favorite play that I've seen in many months #intermission— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) June 30, 2016
What I saw on the way home: R gave me a ride most of the way, but as I caught up with the Bacon Provider I discovered I'd walked the last few blocks of Hell's Kitchen with my shirt mostly unbuttoned.