New York is a whirlwind...well, maybe the better metaphor for this land of skyscrapers and seedy underground would be a hurricane...or blizzard...or God's toilet...No, wait, I know...I am living in Glee. Everyday I have slushies thrown on me from the most unsuspecting of places. The street corners, window ledges, children kicking the street corner slush, you name it; if there is slush it will make its way on me. Anywhozzle, the rest of my week revisited.
1.) Tango Inferno: There is only three words that come to my mind when I reminisce about this dance extravaganza, and that's: Hot, Hot, and you guessed it-Sweaty. Well, sweaty comes from the hot which was produced by the 5 couples intertwining body parts at hyper-speed. The live music was phenomenal, the singer was major blah-great voice, slowed down the pace, and was too cocky for his own good-and the dancers were out of this world...and Italian. Again, the hot scale rises up to extreme. Great show, I feel like I need to workout for the rest of my life and it is still beyond me how no one got their junk wrecked when legs and other appendages were flying up, down and in between things. Mind = blown.
2.) Dueling Pianos. Like for realsies. One of my fellow New York termers landed a playing gig in the basement of a comedy club called "HA!"-creative, I know- two men played requested songs by overly drunk adults on a stage with a impressively loud sound system. My friend improved it up on the violin, worked the stage and my eardrums. It was a crazy good time, though I think the age difference in folks was apparent when good old 80's tunes that I knew the chorus to-that's being generous-would come on and the pot-bellied drunkards would hoot, holler and slobber along with it. Then when they played N'sync and my friends and maybe two other random girls got all jazzed and sang-and mimed-the dance along with the songs while the "older" drunks got more drunk. It was a hella good time.
3.) A day on the town with Kendra. A good old Coe, dare I say it...alum *gasp* as well as New York term alum came by for a afternoon and took me and my friend out on the town. As an experienced New Yorker she took us to Hells Kitchen were we wondered until we came upon her desired spot...Vynl. It was all disco balls and records, to say I felt like I was at home would have been an understatement. (To understand that last comment you should now that my family has a tendency to use Saturdays to clean the house while blasting disco tunes) It was crazy fun and the bathrooms were themed, so I drank to the point of bursting just to go visit on. I wanted to go into the "Dolly" themed one, but alas that was taken, there was Cher, Nelly, and Elvis. I chose the king. A bathroom dedicated to the one and only, I was even serenaded by Elvis tunes. Glorious. After that we made our way over to Rockefeller Center and wandered into the NBC story...I wanted it all! Right where I walked in I saw a shirt that said "What the Frak" and my heart pooped itself out. A whole area dedicated to Battlestar Galactica...I nerdgasmed to say the least. Buffy shirts, Dr. Who, Community, The Office...SO. MANY. OPTIONS. It was glorious and a real struggle to not leave with a t-shirt. Or toaster.
P.S. 30 Rock isn't filmed at Rockefeller Center, so don't get your hopes up. That's all I am saying, and I am saving you tears.
4.) Gruesome Playground Injuries at 2nd Stage. It was a preview show by one of the writers of season three of Nurse Jackie (my favorite show on TV at the moment) and it featured Pablo Shreiber and Jennifer Carpenter. Yeah, that Jennifer Carpenter from Dexter and Quarantine...but more importantly...White Chicks. It was a rather depressing play that followed a non-linear timeline jumping years in two peoples lives each showing their relationship through scars. Rather gruesome and well done. I can't say I overly enjoyed myself because it was one of those shows that just ate at you, leaving you with hope but the kind thats like "AHHH you're almost there" but I wouldn't change a thing about the show. The set was GORGEOUS! Small, white, with water filled boxes that made up the floor-lighting up to give various affects. The walls held secret compartments and was adjusted to make benches and whatnot. Super cool...The acting was great, the actors jumped from ages 8 to 18 to 38 all in a span of 80 minutes. Talk about pressure/talent/a workout! The music was stellar, odd but appropriate somehow. Loved the lighting and I am curious to see what critics will say once it opens on the 31st. Oh, embarrassing moment of the night. So, this rather handsome man came and sat with a lady friend in the row in front of us, after the show when we all got up to leave I said "Well I can't say I thoroughly enjoyed myself" meaning that the show left me with a uncomfortable feeling in my stomach but totally not meaning I didn't like it. Well, the guy was in front of me and when I said that he turned around. I felt rather awkward. Later that evening, I went and looked up the writer, Ravij Joseph, and he may or may not have been the guy in front of me...Opps.
So yeah, monday I spend all day inside because I felt/fell like caca...Stupid friend getting me all sick...blah. So currently I am battling a cold which is whooping my butt-but I shall silence it for a bit tonight with the magical elixir known as Niquil. I had my first day of work today, only 4 hours, hopefully I can add more on once I work my other two internships. Having rarely ever used Excel I must say after 4 hours of fiddling with it, I made a pretty mean Production Schedule lineup. Now off to pop the phantasmic green pills and then a 8 hour day of work! Wish me luck! *steps in puddle* Gosh darn it! ;)
4.) Gruesome Playground Injuries at 2nd Stage. It was a preview show by one of the writers of season three of Nurse Jackie (my favorite show on TV at the moment) and it featured Pablo Shreiber and Jennifer Carpenter. Yeah, that Jennifer Carpenter from Dexter and Quarantine...but more importantly...White Chicks. It was a rather depressing play that followed a non-linear timeline jumping years in two peoples lives each showing their relationship through scars. Rather gruesome and well done. I can't say I overly enjoyed myself because it was one of those shows that just ate at you, leaving you with hope but the kind thats like "AHHH you're almost there" but I wouldn't change a thing about the show. The set was GORGEOUS! Small, white, with water filled boxes that made up the floor-lighting up to give various affects. The walls held secret compartments and was adjusted to make benches and whatnot. Super cool...The acting was great, the actors jumped from ages 8 to 18 to 38 all in a span of 80 minutes. Talk about pressure/talent/a workout! The music was stellar, odd but appropriate somehow. Loved the lighting and I am curious to see what critics will say once it opens on the 31st. Oh, embarrassing moment of the night. So, this rather handsome man came and sat with a lady friend in the row in front of us, after the show when we all got up to leave I said "Well I can't say I thoroughly enjoyed myself" meaning that the show left me with a uncomfortable feeling in my stomach but totally not meaning I didn't like it. Well, the guy was in front of me and when I said that he turned around. I felt rather awkward. Later that evening, I went and looked up the writer, Ravij Joseph, and he may or may not have been the guy in front of me...Opps. 
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