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This past Saturday I paid a visit to Broadway with my old pal Jean visiting from Massachusetts. Yet, there’s always something on my mind, isn’t there. So surrepticiously sneak snaps of bystanders. This hale and hearty handsome hunk disappeared shortly after I captured him with my leering lens. Perhaps, as usual, he was only a figment of my vivid imagination.
What a pleasant feeling it is that when you’re thinking — oh, what shall I do next? I’ve sent in my Fringe application and I have a poo-load of work to do and I’m worried that I’ll never accomplish it but I WANT to and I NEED to and surely I will — and out of the damn blue the playwright whose play got you back in the show business after so much time at last year’s Fringe calls you on the phone and casually — nay, COOLY and NONCHALANTLY with a LAID-BACK SAVOIR FAIRE bordering on SANG FROID even — asks you (after you nattered on for uncountable minutes of digression) to direct his play that was accepted to the 15-Minute Play Festival. And he never even ever really asked that question directly because that’s not how you two seem to work together. You talk a lot, he talks a little bit. Often things are implied and understood and this confuses you and you think it amuses him and you hate to admit it that you are learning about human interaction in such a modern way. So here you are — not having to just sit and fret about whether or no your magnum opus for Betzy with a Z will be accepted into the Fringe Festival — but rather here you are actually directing and producing
(why does this seemingly endless paperwork involved in producing even a short, short comedy boil my psyche in a caldron of joy like a European jungle explorer unwittingly befriended by cannibals in a B-movie? [complete aside: CONGO MAISIE starring Ann Sothern is on TCM at 7:00 a.m. and if you have to wonder if I’m recording it AGAIN then you have never met me, have you?])
— a 15-minute comedy by a truly humorous young writer who writes truly humorous writings. Damn!! Pleasant?! Did I say, “Pleasant”? SPECTACULAR is the word. Them theatrical juices oozing like a floozy in her too-tight dress on a humid night with the rent due and an aching hankering she couldn’t spell if she tried. SO, here’s the flyer for the festival. The thing is a competition. The audience votes. 80 seats. ONE performance Monday evening, April 19. If you want a ticket (and if you don’t, why in the hell are you even reading this bumptious blog?) set your calendar for March 29 when tickets go on sale and sell out in less than a few hours and go to THEATERMANIA.COM to buy tickets. No, there are no comps, there are no special arrangements because you love the big time swish director, no no no and no. Don’t call me, don’t e-mail me. On March 29 go to THEATERMANIA.COM and order your tickets. I love the play. It’s got some great words in it in amusing and intelligent combination. And you cannot beat a play titled
I started my new 10-week running program “Targeting Training for a Faster Finish” through JackRabbitSports last night in Central Park. I got sidetracked from my running in the fall and I’ve only started to try and get back in the swing of late. I got an e-mail newsletter and thought this program would be just the thing. Plus, as always, it’s good to get out and about to help ease my anxiety. Oy vey. I had thought that cold weather running would be unendurable as I’m a certified wuss as well as a professional swish but — yes, folks, he’s going to say it — I was wrong! I am loving running in the cold. There’s something very “at one with the universe” about it. There are fewer distractions. The cold actually makes me more focused and less likely to have a bathroom emergency. I almost stop thinking about that issue completely. And, honeys and darlings, “almost stop thinking about” in this case is WAY THE HELL BETTER than “keep obsessively ruminating about” oh, yes, amen and hallelujah. Of course I have invested in the proper underlayers of technical wear. EMS is having a lovely sale right now so I’ve even picked up an extra set of long johns and another tech top for wicking away my masculine sweat. Oh, but I did not buy those barefoot running “shoes” that look like freako hobbit feat and that seem to be enjoying some nonsensical vogue currently. There was this one young man in class last night…. Now, I’m sure he is just lovely and smart and desirable and the bee’s knees and all that. And he is extra manly because he runs in the freezing cold in his shorts and top — he may have had two layers on but I wouldn’t bet on it — and he wore a hat for part of the run. But he was wearing those hobbit feet things. Now if I wore that sort of shit out in public the boys would push me down and kick me, but this young gent with all his Columbia University logos emblazoned everywhere runs in his faux bare feet. Thus, he will never be my boyfriend because, well, honestly, someone has got to have SOME standards around this town, right? So, to balance things out, I ordered a new hat on sale from EMS. The name of the color? “GYPSY PINK.” Do not mess with the Flaming Curmudgeon as he marks his territory with overt and superb SWISH!