Last night was pretty much a perfect New York evening, the kind that makes me happier than I can say with my life as it is right now. And I don’t think there’s a better way to spend the evening of the 4th than at a picnic on the roof of the McKittrick, watching fireworks with friends & fellow drunks.
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I don’t go to sleep no more very often anymore because I think even over the space of twelve years, one hundred times is probably more time than one needs to see the same play, even a large strange play that is also very good. I still have an enormous amount of affection for this big weird building and all the big weird shit inside it, but there’s generally a lot of things competing for my $150 at any given moment. you know how it is.
anyway! all of this to say I went to the show a few weeks ago for the first time since summer 2022, and I had a blast, with the exception of the approximately twenty minutes total I spent in manderley, which was a little bit heartbreaking, if I’m honest.
but that’s okay. all of the new cast (and all of the new-to-me cast) are great, all of the not-new cast are great, I had a great time stalking the cunning man as per usual, everything is great. (please do actually fix manderley though.) ok thanks bye!
Photograph of a dance recording by Franz Löwy at the “Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modernes” in Paris in 1925
suspenders (American English) and suspenders (British English) are a butch/femme couple actually
