The boyfriend and I just got back from seeing Sweet Charity and it was fantastic! The half-price tickets were for the frickin' front row, damnit! I mean, we could see Ms. Applegate's unmentionables! (Who'd have thought she'd be a boxers girl?) Seriously, the show was really, really good... like, Hairspray good. She sings well, she can dance... she's just good all over. She came out using this voice for the character and I really expected her to lose it somewhere along the line... but she didn't. The rest of the cast was excellent as well. This one woman in chorus, Joyce Chittick, was hilarious and really made the most of her part(s). It was entirely enjoyable and I would totally recommend it for a good, musical-theater evening.
Before the show the BF and I went to Therapy for drinks and nosh. We walked in and BF was at first pleased. You don't know, getting him to go to a gay bar is a BIG acheivement. Then, he began wondering if it was where old homos go to die. I've only been a couple of times, and that was years ago, but the crowd certainly seems to have changed. Whatever. I only really go out when I go to SF and then it's usually only to the Eagle's beer bust. But I really have lost touch with the "in" gay crowd... not like I was ever "in" but at least I knew where the good clubs/bars were. Now I'm totally clueless. It really hit home when we were in a taxi going down 9th Ave and we passed 14th St., the corner of Hip and Happening... and yes, I'm using that snidely. I was shocked to see that the meat packing district looked like Disneyland! And I was just in Disneyland a couple of weeks ago, I'm sure it was the same scene! Ugh. I've been in New York long enough to develop that annoying "I remember when..." bullshit that I hate hearing from other people. Time to exit... stage left.
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