What I saw: The Band’s Visit, a production of the Atlantic Theater Company, at the Linda Gross Theater on W 20th Street between 8th and 9th
What I did beforehand: cleaned the dining room, watched the Bacon Provider bottle a batch of beer.
What I wore: black motorcycle boots that I bought at the Ranch & Home in Kennewick, Washington in 2002, rust stretch corduroy James jeans with horrifying and degrading non-functional front pockets, black Tanner belt, black Lululemon tank, black slouchy neck Smartwool top that they don’t make anymore, no makeup
When Hillary is president all dresses will have pockets— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) November 6, 2016
Who went with me: the Bacon Provider, who seemed like he would have rather done nothing
How I got tickets/Why I saw this show: I subscribed to the season, online, but oh wait also okay in December of 2011 I ate lunch at a table next to Tony Shalhoub and was very distracted by his voice behind me, animatedly discussing the details of an exciting new project.
Lunch in New York means sitting between percussionists and Tony Shaloub— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) December 6, 2011
The percussionists had sticks in their bags. And I didn't know about the "h" then. Or also how soul-crushing New York is.
Where I sat: Row E, Seat 9
Things that were sad: this is not a tear-jerker, but is rather a sad musical about the desolate lives of lonely people
Riding the train back to the sad lonely suburbs. Too many people on the phone. Most talk about where the train is now.— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) March 13, 2012
Things that were funny: police band uniforms, roller disco, first dates. As we left the theater it seemed the rest of the audience filing out around us had lapsed into speaking Hebrew.
Things that were not funny: the joy of celebrating the glorious diversity of our world’s different cultures now feels like a dangerous and naive indulgence
Something I ate: fried calamari at a decent Italian restaurant about a block away
The super of our old building is so lonely and creepy he will call me back if I call him by accident and leave no message.— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) September 15, 2015
What it is: a new musical adaptation of a movie, performed without intermission, and lasting 90 minutes.
Each of us is lonely. Each invincible. Everyone dies.— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) September 27, 2016
Who should see it: people who speak Arabic, people who speak Hebrew, people who are waiting for a phone call, policemen, fans of Tony Shalhoub
Doing things alone in #nyc makes me feel weird: lonely and invincible at once pic.twitter.com/Im1CQmcCnk— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) September 27, 2016
What I saw on the way home: a large and healthy-looking rat peeking its head out of the bushes on a traffic island near West 34th, torrential rain that rendered the surface of the normally dark and narrow Saw Mill Parkway a glassy lake, and a mouse that I did not run over about half a mile from home. It was one of the scariest drives home of my life.