Thursday, May 26, 2005
New York
Boy, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. (This is because my computer is in the bedroom, which doesn’t have an internet connection, and I’m too lazy to bring it out to the living room to plug it in.) Last weekend I was in New York to visit Rob. I know what you’re thinking “Brace yourselves”.
Of course I caught something at the Met. They have a “dream team” cast in Faust this season along with a new production, so I indulged in a box seat (you don’t want to know how much that set me back). The performance was glorious.
Faust was one of my favorite operas, and also one of the first I’d ever seen at the Met. At that first performance I was talking to a lady I standing room who explained that she goes to opera with her deaf girlfriend. Opera, for the deaf?! I guess it makes perfect sense: with the subtitles, someone who cannot hear can actually follow the story – unlike a Hollywood movie. (I met such interesting people in New York.)
So Rob and I met out to the Monster on Friday night. I got there before Rob and before you know it, my first skeleton came out of the closet –I don’t remember his name but he remembered everything about me (don’t you hate that). God, I really didn’t want meet anyone I knew that night. Luckily we were sitting next to two identical twins who caught his fascination (they were from South Africa) and I was eventually left to catch up with Rob once he arrived.
Saturday night we started out in Chelsea, and also tried out a new sports bar (yes, a gay sports bar in Chelsea – I give it 6 months before it’s out of business). Chelsea didn’t last that long before we longed for the Village. So we hopped into the car and blared “Ring Them Bells” a la Liza Minnelli all the way down.
The rest of the night was history, and so were we! What fun.
Sunday I was able to catch up with Sonya, a New York socialite that I used to work with there. So imagine two love-starved, jaded queens having drinks and smokes – it was a sight to behold.
Not having enough, I went out to the Townhouse afterwards to check on the piano player and sing some songs with the family.
To add to the decadence of the weekend, I was able to stay at The Algonquin for the weekend. The service was flawless, even if the room was a little small.
Ahhhh, I miss New York.
Of course I caught something at the Met. They have a “dream team” cast in Faust this season along with a new production, so I indulged in a box seat (you don’t want to know how much that set me back). The performance was glorious.
Faust was one of my favorite operas, and also one of the first I’d ever seen at the Met. At that first performance I was talking to a lady I standing room who explained that she goes to opera with her deaf girlfriend. Opera, for the deaf?! I guess it makes perfect sense: with the subtitles, someone who cannot hear can actually follow the story – unlike a Hollywood movie. (I met such interesting people in New York.)
So Rob and I met out to the Monster on Friday night. I got there before Rob and before you know it, my first skeleton came out of the closet –I don’t remember his name but he remembered everything about me (don’t you hate that). God, I really didn’t want meet anyone I knew that night. Luckily we were sitting next to two identical twins who caught his fascination (they were from South Africa) and I was eventually left to catch up with Rob once he arrived.
Saturday night we started out in Chelsea, and also tried out a new sports bar (yes, a gay sports bar in Chelsea – I give it 6 months before it’s out of business). Chelsea didn’t last that long before we longed for the Village. So we hopped into the car and blared “Ring Them Bells” a la Liza Minnelli all the way down.
The rest of the night was history, and so were we! What fun.
Sunday I was able to catch up with Sonya, a New York socialite that I used to work with there. So imagine two love-starved, jaded queens having drinks and smokes – it was a sight to behold.
Not having enough, I went out to the Townhouse afterwards to check on the piano player and sing some songs with the family.
To add to the decadence of the weekend, I was able to stay at The Algonquin for the weekend. The service was flawless, even if the room was a little small.
Ahhhh, I miss New York.
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