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My Life, Updated
Jun. 5th, 2002 12:51 pmIt's been about a week since my last substantial entry, so I have some catching up to do. I'm not sure why I'm talking about this as if it's some sort of obligation, but there you have it.
We had house guests most of last week. During the week, my wife's friend stayed here with his boyfriend. They were in town from Chicago, and the early-twenty-something boyfriend had never been to New York, so they did a lot of touristy things. For his part, my wife's friend is an editor at Playboy, and he put together the bachelor party I never had. (We had planned it for September 15, 2001.) They're cool guys, and it was fun having them around.
On Thursday, they decided to see a show, so they went to the discount ticket window. While there, they picked up a pair for me and my wife. We want to see Private Lives, but they had none for sale that day, so our friends got us tickets to Cabaret. I was kind of annoyed about that at the time--I figured it wasn't going to be all that good since it's been running for a long time now with its jillionth cast, and I was in a money freak-out and didn't want to pay for it.
We went anyway, though, and the show was amazing. They do it at Studio 54, which has been redone to resemble vaguely a, well, Cabaret. Most seats are next to little tables with little lights on them, and waitresses bring drinks and snacks before the show and during the intermission. Our seat was right next to the stage, which meant we had to crane our necks a couple of times, but it also meant that the dancers flirted with us.
The performance was energetic and well-done. John Stamos was very good (surprisingly good?) as the Emcee, although there were a couple of moments where the character called for someone to be more effeminate and insinuating than Stamos could manage. Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier) was also good as Sally Bowles, but it seemed to me that required only that she be brassy and go over the top. I didn't think she brought much nuance to the role.
Not that I have the slightest qualification to be a theater critic. I had the idea, though, that from the actors' perspective, the difference between a good performance and a bad one is maddeningly subtle. In other words, "It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."
The Chicago guests left, and my wife's sister and her husband arrived. It was my sister-in-law's birthday, so they came up for the weekend. They, too, were captivated by the magical sights that New York has to offer, like sitting on my sofa watching golf on TV.
We had some nice meals while they were here, though. Friday night, we went to a French steakhouse for dinner. While there, we ran into my wife's dermatologist, who turns out to be a seriously hot babe. Saturday night was low-key--we bought some buffalo burger patties and barbecued them at a friend's house. Then Sunday, the immediate world descended on our apartment for bagels and fish.
Which brings us up to date, I guess. Except to add that I had to spend Tuesday (yesterday) in Newark, New Jersey for work.
We had house guests most of last week. During the week, my wife's friend stayed here with his boyfriend. They were in town from Chicago, and the early-twenty-something boyfriend had never been to New York, so they did a lot of touristy things. For his part, my wife's friend is an editor at Playboy, and he put together the bachelor party I never had. (We had planned it for September 15, 2001.) They're cool guys, and it was fun having them around.
On Thursday, they decided to see a show, so they went to the discount ticket window. While there, they picked up a pair for me and my wife. We want to see Private Lives, but they had none for sale that day, so our friends got us tickets to Cabaret. I was kind of annoyed about that at the time--I figured it wasn't going to be all that good since it's been running for a long time now with its jillionth cast, and I was in a money freak-out and didn't want to pay for it.
We went anyway, though, and the show was amazing. They do it at Studio 54, which has been redone to resemble vaguely a, well, Cabaret. Most seats are next to little tables with little lights on them, and waitresses bring drinks and snacks before the show and during the intermission. Our seat was right next to the stage, which meant we had to crane our necks a couple of times, but it also meant that the dancers flirted with us.
The performance was energetic and well-done. John Stamos was very good (surprisingly good?) as the Emcee, although there were a couple of moments where the character called for someone to be more effeminate and insinuating than Stamos could manage. Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier) was also good as Sally Bowles, but it seemed to me that required only that she be brassy and go over the top. I didn't think she brought much nuance to the role.
Not that I have the slightest qualification to be a theater critic. I had the idea, though, that from the actors' perspective, the difference between a good performance and a bad one is maddeningly subtle. In other words, "It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."
The Chicago guests left, and my wife's sister and her husband arrived. It was my sister-in-law's birthday, so they came up for the weekend. They, too, were captivated by the magical sights that New York has to offer, like sitting on my sofa watching golf on TV.
We had some nice meals while they were here, though. Friday night, we went to a French steakhouse for dinner. While there, we ran into my wife's dermatologist, who turns out to be a seriously hot babe. Saturday night was low-key--we bought some buffalo burger patties and barbecued them at a friend's house. Then Sunday, the immediate world descended on our apartment for bagels and fish.
Which brings us up to date, I guess. Except to add that I had to spend Tuesday (yesterday) in Newark, New Jersey for work.
