I didn’t schelp my camera around yesterday, so here’s a quck rundown:
Breakfast donwstairs at the Barking Dog – it was adequate.
Park Ave was closed to auto traffic until 2PM – bikes and peds only, so we walked up and around Grand Central, took a left at the Seagram’s Building and went to the matinee of Next to Normal. It knocked our socks off – can’t recommend this show highly enough.
Quick subway ride down to SoHo to the Black Acid Cooperative, where they have a full-building art installation of a meth lab. It was like a home-made haunted house for grown-ups.
A late lunch in the garden at Barolo (an amazing house-made burrata con prosciutto followed by an unremarkable insalata Cesare and a just OK tortino de seppie).
Then a quick shower at home before West Side Story – which was, in a word, disappointing. Still very enjoyable – dancing was fantastic, music as lovely as ever and Maria had a beautiful voice. But Tony was miscast in my view – his singing was too pop; he tended to sound nasal and sang with his head voice rather than his chest. In other words, he’s no Larry Kert.
And there was a horrible German woman in front of us, who was continually translating what was happening onstage to her decidedly unsightly child. Chris and I both asked her separately to stop talking – which minimized, but did not stop, the offending chatter. Plus, she gave me a dirty look – like I was being unreasonable. The usher was called during intermission… That seemed to do the trick. I was tempted to announce loudly, “Wasn’t it bad enough that you exterminated six million of my relatives? Now you have to ruin West Side Story?” But that seemed out a bit out of proportion to the situation.
Then a whirlwind of gay bars with a liberal smattering of hot bartenders, followed by a good night’s sleep. Up and at ’em today – going to Katz’s Deli and Billy Elliott…