Take Me Out
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drscottYesterday I met Paul at the gym for a workout (I did deadlifts, he schmoozed with all the hot men worked on his chesticles) and then we dressed in the locker room and took off for the big city. The rain and traffic weren't bad, and we achieved parking Nirvana by finding unrestricted street space in front of the restaurant. Jardiniere is an elegant establishment -- the clientele reminds me of my first glimpse of the City's allures when I had a great time at Josephine's c. 1989 -- but I passed for cultured fairly well I think.
Paul started off with a martini and requested two olives. Why not ask for three? "Well", he said, "that would make me look greedy and if they were really decent-sized, it would crowd out the vodka." By this I concluded Paul is a) greedy, and b) has the good sense to try to hide it. I took a sip of his martini, which is probably the first time I've ever tasted one. The food was wonderful if skimpily portioned -- the soup for example being served in a 10-inch bowl with a 6-inch soup surface and 1/2-inch depth, making about a cup appear credible as a serving -- but then the portions were perfect for the "social X-rays" (a la Tom Wolfe) who frequent such establishments.
The rain gods were with us, and we decided to walk to the theater rather than give up our lovely parking spot. We passed the crowd going into the Symphony, including some cute guys holding hands as they walked. Awww, a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuzzygruf moment.
Take Me Out was slightly disappointing. The play itself is sorta b-level and the performances were uneven, with a lot of fluffed lines and awkward pauses. Perhaps the cast was tired after a grueling run here, and this was their second performance of the day, but the lead (who's supposed to be a kind of gay Tiger Woods who decides to come out because he's never suffered a day in his life and feels entitled to be himself without consequence) didn't look or act the part of Thoughtless Golden Boy very convincingly. The drama was overwrought, and since the three characters involved in the confrontations weren't particularly likable, the only thing left to savor was the leavening humor, which was well-done.
Paul started off with a martini and requested two olives. Why not ask for three? "Well", he said, "that would make me look greedy and if they were really decent-sized, it would crowd out the vodka." By this I concluded Paul is a) greedy, and b) has the good sense to try to hide it. I took a sip of his martini, which is probably the first time I've ever tasted one. The food was wonderful if skimpily portioned -- the soup for example being served in a 10-inch bowl with a 6-inch soup surface and 1/2-inch depth, making about a cup appear credible as a serving -- but then the portions were perfect for the "social X-rays" (a la Tom Wolfe) who frequent such establishments.
The rain gods were with us, and we decided to walk to the theater rather than give up our lovely parking spot. We passed the crowd going into the Symphony, including some cute guys holding hands as they walked. Awww, a
fuzzygruf moment.Take Me Out was slightly disappointing. The play itself is sorta b-level and the performances were uneven, with a lot of fluffed lines and awkward pauses. Perhaps the cast was tired after a grueling run here, and this was their second performance of the day, but the lead (who's supposed to be a kind of gay Tiger Woods who decides to come out because he's never suffered a day in his life and feels entitled to be himself without consequence) didn't look or act the part of Thoughtless Golden Boy very convincingly. The drama was overwrought, and since the three characters involved in the confrontations weren't particularly likable, the only thing left to savor was the leavening humor, which was well-done.
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Date: 2005-01-10 12:26 am (UTC)The Doris Day parking was quite an unexpected and delightful surprise. One does not refuse Doris Day parking because that would be snubbing Gladys, Goddess of Parking in San Francisco and we don't snub Gladys. We worship Gladys.
I think it's really nice that I was there for your first sip of martini. It wasn't just any martini; it was a Grey Goose martini and I'm pretty sure it's what the gods drink. Gladys does. But then, Gladys and I have always been close.
While I'm glad we saw it, I didn't much care for the play, even with the gratuituous full frontal male nudity. I did like some of the word play:
And now, we come to the Kafka-esque part of the play. Well, it's really Kafka-lite. De-Kafka.
That's almost worth the price of the tickets.