What I wore: the black jeans that are really too long, the short boots with noisy heels, brown jersey top, long black Eileen Fisher cardigan which I'm ready to send to the cleaners and set aside in a moth-proof zippered bag until November but I'm still wearing to go out at night, darn it, because I don't know what else to wear; red linen scarf that I bought a few years ago intending to give it to a friend for her birthday but I ended up keeping for myself.
What I did beforehand: rode the downtown A train
Who went with me: the Bacon Provider, in tan pants and shoes
How I got tickets: online, with a slight discount, thanks to the Flea Theater's general admission pricing, where I guess tickets are cheaper the further in advance that you buy them.
Why I saw this show: I like the Flea Theater; we used to live next to their rehearsal space.
"My butt hurts."— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) April 24, 2016
"Do you like the play?"
"I like the digressions and the use of accents, but my butt hurts."
Things that were sad: democracy's kind of a bitch when the ultra-nationalist right wing has a two-thirds majority and your prime minister rewrites the constitution every couple of years
Things that were funny: afterwards, at dinner, there was a woman at a table next to us who I did not see eat anything. I mean, she didn't even have stains on the paper where her crumbs would have been. She sipped from her glass of ice water and ignored her full glass of red wine. When it came time for dessert, she ordered a cup of hot water.
Things that were not funny: when the woman with the cup of hot water spilled the whole glass of red wine that she had not been drinking and it splashed on my husband's tan pants and shoes.
What it is: a play about Hungary, and freedom of assembly and expression, and, also, about the indelibility of Hungarian anti-semitism. There are several songs performed, and these are the very best parts of the play. I think the show needs many more songs, especially the already strong final scene.
"His guitar was ok, but his drumming was great."— Hamsteria d'Relish (@hamsterRelish) April 24, 2016
Who should see it: red wine drinkers, fans of creepy puppet shows about politicians, anti-anti-semites
What I saw on the way home: Afterwards, we had a reservation at the Odeon, on West Broadway. When we lived in this neighborhood, this was our favorite don't-know-where-to-eat restaurant, and we hadn't been back in a couple of years now. I spent a little time in the afternoon before the show thinking about what I wanted to order. When we got to the restaurant, we were 25 minutes past our reserved spot, and though I'd been told this wouldn't be a problem when I made the reservation, they had given away our table and only had something quite small to squeeze us into. The Bacon Provider, still traumatized by the red wine threat, worsened by the panic of perhaps losing our reservation, sat down and announced that he wasn't hungry. Somehow, though, the arrival of oysters and french bread with butter got him in the mood, and by the end of the meal I managed to convince him to have some dessert even. And, readers, they have tiny hot freshly made spoon-shaped doughnuts, served with raspberry puree and maple dipping sauce. Yes, the wine spilling was regrettable.
|1978 Jackie Chan|
But anyway on the A train back uptown there was 1978 Jackie Chan and the very fly, time-traveling detective pursuing him in the hopes of joining modern day Jackie Chan in restoring the rift in the time-space continuum before it's too late.
|White satin pants wearing time traveler|