John Mahoney, Annie Parisse and Alan Tudyk in "Prelude to a Kiss" IN A NEW YORK MINUTE
We just came back from watching The Producers at the St. James Theater on 44th Street. It was very enjoyable although I kept on imagining how infinitely better it would have been with the original leads Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane. The concept is hilarious and some of the actors were superb.
Last night, we saw a play called Prelude to a Kiss and it was absolutely mesmerizing. I try not to miss any production from the Roundabout Theatre because they turn out some wonderful and award worthy projects. Last winter, we saw Alec Baldwin in Entertaining Mr. Sloane and loved it. Alec also played the lead in Prelude to a Kiss when it premiered off-Broadway and this time, Alan Tudyk plays the lead with Frasier's John Mahoney as the Old Man. I got really emotional towards the end. It was just SO well done. I am looking forward to seeing two more plays before we head back to the desert. I did take Hannah shopping on 5th Avenue and bought her a couple of items.
Tomorrow we will run over to Neiman Marcus to look at prom dresses and lunch at the Tavern on the Green on Central Park. There's just far too many things to see and do and we are running out of time. It doesn't help that we sleep in although tomorrow morning we have to meet with our Hilton rep to talk about our privileges as members of the NYC Hilton Club. So far it has been great. We love our one-bedroom Manhattan dive and the service has been phenomenal.
There's a little gyro cart across the street that always has a long, LONG queue that sometimes snakes around the block. Everytime we walk back from a show, there's always loads of people. So we queued up again and got us a plate of lamb, rice and lettuce with tzazikki sauce. Street food is phenomenal here in Manhattan! And cheap. I couldn't finish my plate.
Kurt talked to his sister today. And that's another subject that I would love to tackle later. But for now, quickly, one thing that came to my mind is that sometimes, people desperately believe a myth that's been presented to them because it is a better alternative to what's really out there. And if someone comes along and points out what's real and essentially snatches the myth away, the initial reaction is to smash the observer to a pulp. Sadly, smashing the poor fellow doesn't make what's false, true. Giving in to the impulse to destroy the observer is a common reaction and keeps one in the dark....avoiding the dire need to embrace what's real. . . and what counts. Yeah. Kill the messenger who brings bad press. Kill the observer who sees what you don't want to see. Smash the handyman who wants to fix the leak because we don't want to believe the water's rising. Meanwhile, in the end, we all drown. In a New York minute.
