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big apple bbq block party roundup

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yet another return to the big apple bbq block party held each year in madison square park, although a little birdie told me it may not be located there next year.

we again had a bubba pass — a stored value card that lets you skip the long lines and go “behind the scenes” and in special lines to get your bbq. this worked like a breeze this year — they made it a punch card, so the lines moved quickly with no snafus.

i was there on saturday june 9 — my sense is that the crowds were slightly smaller than in previous years. in fact, i’d say that for some stands, you might have gotten your bbq more quickly in the public lines than in the “bubba pass” lines. and many stands had no lines at all.

that meant more bbq for me, of course. in years past, we’d have to return on sunday to get to all the stands. this year, the combination of smaller crowds and better organization meant that we could hit all the stands in one day. great for my day planning, but not so great for my waistline.

at any rate, here’s a quick roundup of my favorites:

» best sausage, best brisket — southside market & bbq, elgin, texas, my consistent favorite year after year. their sausage is, for me, always the best thing at the entire event. but this year, their brisket was my favorite as well. it had the largest smoke ring, and was the tenderest and most flavorful. bonus points for the slice of cheese and the raw onion. sausage runner up was the salt lick bbq in driftwood, texas — it’s more kielbasa-y than sausage-y, but really juicy and good. brisket runner up was baker’s ribs in dallas, texas — nice flavor and outsanding fall-apart consistency. gotta mention this, though — the baker’s ribs beans tasted like liquid smoke. not positive of that, but if true, a big big no-no. that stuff is cancer in a bottle.

» best pulled/chopped pork was mitchell’s bbq, wilson, nc — whole hog chopped up. it’s good, but what makes it great is the vinegary sauce. it’s in a squirt bottle and not obvious, so while i knew to put it on, not everyone might. the sauce makes the whole taste come together, for me.

» best cole slaw — my favorite was big bob gibson, from decatur, alabama. it was mustardy and rough chopped and delicious. kirk and our friend stephen preferred the coleslaw from the salt lick bbq in driftwood, texas, which had beaucoup celery seeds.

» best beans — the multi bean mix from 17th street bar & grill, murphysboro, illinois was outstanding. honorable mention goes to ubon’s champion’s choice from yazoo, mississippi, for the inclusion of tasty burned-y bits.

» best ribs — hands down, 17th street. honorable mention to rack & soul, nyc, for great baby back ribs. jake’s boss bbq from boston had ribs as well, but they were way too saucy for me. didn’t see any dry-rub ribs, which was odd — maybe i just missed them.

» best surprise — the brunswick stew from the proclamation stew crew from lawrenceville, virginia. didn’t expect to see it there, and loved every last bite.

and damn did i miss the smoki o’s people. no pig snoot for me this year. i guess i’m going to have to go to st. louis.

puppet 1, kiki and herb 0

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aaaaargh. my worst fears have come true. the puppet that replaced kiki and herb at the helen hayes theater won the tony.

words cannot express my fury, and my sadness.

on the positive side, justin bond looked stunning, classy, and totally beautiful on tv last night. for the two seconds we saw him. simple and elegant makeup, hair and dress. perfect. and kenny mellman looked good too — classy (if a bit standard) in his tux.

it would have been a treat to see them onstage, as winners.

i’m sure miss du rane will have many comments about this.

lunch today at the olive garden

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i shouldn’t admit this, as (i say sarcastically) i’m supposed to be a sophisticated new yorker with an impeccable palate, who has dined in some of the world’s best restaurants both here and in europe.

and i live in a city with perhaps more outstanding restaurants per capita than anywhere else on earth. and some of those restaurants are actually affordable and accessible.

as is the olive garden, where i’m having lunch today.

to clarify, i mean that the olive garden is accessible (in times square) and affordable (by new york standards, though i’m sure tourists blanch at the prices on the menu as compared to the olive garden in their hometown). i don’t mean that the olive garden is counted among that number of outstanding new york city restaurants.

but, i have to admit, they make a mean salad. and the soup is passable, though it might as well be a bowl of salted water when compared to the sublime soups that my friend mark makes at red cafe.

so i go, with some co-workers, to the olive garden. occasionally. for lunch. for the soup and salad.

and i like it. so there. yummo, as rachael ray might say. since we’re talking about the olive garden, she’s a good one to quote, i figure.

hey, it’ll tide me over until this weekend, when the big apple bbq hits madison park. fifteen or so of the best barbecue makers on the planet, selling their varied and excellent plates to me via my “bubba pass” (a stored value card that lets you skip the long lines).

now that’s yummo, with a capital “yum”.

but today, i’ll fight the wednesday theater matinee crowd for a table at the olive garden.

pins and needles

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that’s what i’m on, waiting for the closing date for our apartment. kirk and i, if you haven’t heard, are buying a coop in riverdale, in the bronx, in new york city. we’ll be homo-wners.

sorry — old, bad, joke.

i’ve done everything i can do, which is the big problem. when there’s something i can do to manage the process, or move it forward, or coordinate efforts, or whatever, then i feel like i’m accomplishing something.

but when i’ve done everything there is to do, and the waiting game sets in, that’s when it gets bad for me. i have to make a concentrated effort not to drive everyone to distraction with constant fruitless pushing. that’s the stage i’m at now.

if all goes right, we’ll be closing on the place next week. the bank does its last bit, and then we get the closing date. i can distract myself for that long, and not drive everyone bonkers.

i hope.

my new york moment with lou dobbs

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one of those wacky, random things that happen, as they say, only in new york, kids.

kirk and i went to a free screening of “whatever happened to baby jane” last night. the turner out employees group had the event in the screening room in the new time warner center.

we had a great time, especially with the audience laughing and joking around with the movie. it’s the classic so-bad-it’s-good movie with bette davis and joan crawford chewing the scenery.

and there’s an unforgettable moment when bette davis, looking a thousand years old and dressed as the former child star her character was, sings “i’m send-ing a let-ter to dad-dy” in that inimitable voice. great stuff, if you like your camp really campy.

so, on the way out, kirk and i were in a great mood. and we were alone in the elevator going down to the lobby, and we started singing that song together, in our best bette-davis-soundalike voices. singing probably a bit too loudly.

and we weren’t paying attention to the floor, and the elevator doors opened, and we stopped singing, and kirk started to walk out.

onto the third floor.

smack into lou dobbs.

now, is that surreal or what?

he looked pretty bemused. and i have to say, though i’m largely not a fan of his stand on immigration policy, he seemed like a pretty cool guy. and he had real presence as well, the kind you don’t see often. i’ve met lots of famous people, and i’ve experienced that whoosh feeling of projected power twice in my life.

lou dobbs, and bill clinton.

anyway, he laughed, i made a joke about “almost there” down to the lobby, he asked us (in reference to don rickles on larry king on the elevator tv screen) “is that guy still alive?”

i almost said “which one?”

but thought better of it, and just said, “well, it may be a repeat.” he laughed, the elevator doors opened, and that was that.

definitely a weird chance encounter, but surprisingly enjoyable.

lou dobbs. a guy i’d like to knock back a scotch with. who knew?

kiki and herb get a tony nomination

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good lord, it happened.

kiki and herb were nominated for a tony.

i’ve written a lot about kiki and herb. kiki is portrayed by justin bond, of shortbus fame.

their homepage is a good place to start if you don’t know much about them.

congratulations to our miss du rane. we saw her last sunday at joe’s pub, and my god what an epic show it was. nearly two and a half hours of complete derangement.

it was delicious, and hysterical. even herb basically stopped playing piano just to watch the meltdown. definitely a show for the ages, or the vaults, or whatever. our friends from out of town loved the show.

and we’re going to see them again on thursday–they are taping their dvd at the knitting factory. should be quite an event.

anyway, here’s hoping that kiki and herb win that tony. their only competition is jay johnson, the ventriloquist.

dear god, please don’t let kiki lose to the puppet that replaced her at the helen hayes theater.

of course, if she does, it’s a comic vein that will be mined for years, which i guess makes it a win-win situation.

mainstream media versus giuliani: the hit is on?

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there’s a whole spate of negative stories about rudy giuliani in the press today.

there’s this one in the ny times: Ground Zero Illnesses Clouding Giuliani’s Legacy

there’s this ap wire story: Giuliani’s clients could pose conflict

there’s this reuters wire story: New Yorkers back Bloomberg over Giuliani in poll

not that i care, because i can’t stand the man and i think he’d make a lousy president.

but it certainly seems that his success has gotten under someone’s skin, and that there’s a concerted effort to knock him back a bit.

maybe it’s just the inevitable backlash against a frontrunner about whom relatively little is known on a national level.

maybe a few compliant, lazy reporters were fed stories by someone with an agenda.

i don’t know. just an observation.

fun weekend with houseguests

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our friend dayna is coming to stay with us, along with her friend jennifer as well.

we know dayna from richmond–we met them when kirk was doing hedwig at a local theater. at the time, they had a goth clothing shop, and they did some co-promotions with the show.

dayna now does stunning makeup and style consulting with her company vamps and vixens. and the two of them are in town for a makeup show, and they are staying with us.

this won’t be easy. we’ve started a bit of packing in advance of our upcoming (hopefully!) move, and we gave away our futon on freecycle (you should give them a try–great way to get rid of crap you don’t want anymore. people just come and get it).

anyway, with no futon and a living room full of boxes in our new-york-sized one bedroom apartment, you can imagine how interesting this will be.

we’re giving them our bed, and we’ll sleep on the floor on sleeping bags and cushions and whatnot. this may sound gallant, but in reality sleeping on the floor for a night or two will do both our backs a world of good. so it’s self-interest, really.

so brunch today at piper’s kilt–nothing like all-you-can-drink bloody marys to start a weekend right. then some shopping with the girls, whose tastes make for fun times. tonight a bit of carousing, and then it’s off to work for them sunday and monday.

oh and dinner somewhere too.

but we’ll have fun today. it’s a welcome change to have friends stop by. and it gave me an excuse to stay home from work yesterday and clean the house.

it needed it.

i’ll let you know how it all went, probably.

unexpected theatrical pleasures

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there was the play i was dying to see.

and the play that, frankly, i was dreading seeing.

we saw “deuce on friday night, and had plans to see “our town” on saturday night.

yes, that old warhorse. staple of dinner theater and high school gyms everywhere. we had a friend playing the stage manager, and he was reprising the role for another theatrical company. we’d seen him play the role before, in a production where kirk was both professor willard and his understudy who went on as stage manager once.

this other production of our town was less than a year ago, and i saw it twice then–once to see kirk as professor willard and once to see him as stage manager. i’m supportive that way.

so you can imagine how anxious i was to see the three-act-two-intermission-long-and-heavy-themed “our town”. and i told you how anxious i was to see angela lansbury on stage again after 25-odd years off it.

well, that just goes to show you not to settle your opinions and expectations too early.

deuce, frankly, was a major disappointment. oh, angela lansbury was fine. and marian seldes was outstanding, and frankly outdid lansbury by a mile, i think.

but the play was pretty tedious. it’s about this superannuated (typecasting, i know) doubles tennis team who sit in the stands at a u.s. open tennis match, and discuss their career together.

it’s mildly entertaining, and you get to hear jessica fletcher (if that’s your angela lansbury reference point) utter a few choice swear words that seem to put there, well, just for the sake of hearing cute old ladies say “fuck” and “cunt”.

but the problem is that there’s absolutely no conflict. none whatsoever. it’s the stage equivalent of “forrest gump”, my least-favorite supposedly classic movie. something happens, something happens, something happens, play over. not adding up to much.

the lack of conflict has a point–to highlight the difference between the genteel play and lives of older tennis stars, as compared to the endorsement-filled, slash-and-burn play of the new generation of tennis stars.

but that doesn’t make for much dramatic interest. at the end, i felt like i had attended the angela lansbury lifetime achievement awards, complete with the last line of the play, a gentleman fan sweeping his hand toward the standing pair of actresses and intoning “you will never see their likes again” or some such overwrought nonsense.

yeah i get it. goodbye angela lansbury or whatever. i’ll just have to close my eyes and imagine her as mrs. lovett in sweeney todd–something i can listen to on cd but never see for myself.

and then, last night, came the dreaded obligatory visit to “our town” to see a friend in a role i’d seen him play before, in a play i’d seen twice recently and read innumerable times.

bo-ring, right?

wrong.

they had done some judicious trimming, splitting the play into halves with the second act beginning with george and emily’s flashback of how they fell in love, which moved then right to the wedding.

they consolidated some parts (out professor willard, with his lines read by wally webb as a school report, which makes good sense), changed others (rebecca webb as a very young child, which also makes sense when you hear her lines coming from a six year old, and would have been much more effective if played by a child that wasn’t completely annoying and a terrible actress), and beefed up others (simon stimson makes several added strategic appearances, with his drunken stumbling underlining the lines of others in the play).

the church choir was more omnipresent as well, and although i wouldn’t have had them sing “you lift me up” or “you raise me up”–i can’t remember which, but it’s that horrible schmaltzy “wind beneath my wings”-sounding gospel-y song that i’ve heard on the commercial for some late-night time-life cd compliation–it worked for them to sing under the lines and action as mood music. and there was canned mood music as well–sometimes worked, sometimes a bit cheesy and too much.

but i digress. overall, very, very well done, with all nearly all the actors giving spot-on excellent performances. they definitely breathed new life into an old chestnut.

angela lansbury would have been much better served had she been downtown playing mrs. gibbs.

p.s.–dinner at i trulli magnificent as always. i had warm mozzarella in a tapenade of vegetables, followed by loin of rabbit with mozzarella tomatoes and capers, with heavenly polenta and broccoli rabe; cheese for dessert. kirk had cantaloupe soup with proscuitto followed by pheasant with wild mushrooms and the aforementioned broccoli rabe; sheep’s milk ricotta and berries for dessert. food delicious, service perfect, atmosphere lovely.

update: ben brantley’s ny times review is kinder than i am to angela lansbury, but he hates the play.

angela lansbury in “deuce” tonight

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that’s what i’m doing, along with eating at i trulli.

it’s been a number of years since angela lansbury was on broadway. 1983 to be exact–a revival of “mame”. before that, you are in the ’70s with “sweeney todd”.

so as soon as i saw “deuce” go on sale, i jumped all over it. it’s a limited run–18 weeks. we bought tickets for my favorite time–in previews, a day or two before opening night. my logic with that is that most or all of the kinks will be worked out, and the cast’s energy is building, and if the show’s a hit you don’t have to deal with the madness that comes after opening night.

and if the show’s a flop you still got to see it. nothing worse than the show closing before the night you had tickets for a performance, if you really wanted to see it.

it’s been a while since we went to i trulli, but it’s wonderful non-red-sauce-italian food that’s consistently tasty, and the atmosphere and service are always top-notch.

i need a good new-york-style great night on the town.

i think i’m going to get it.

we have a contract

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the seller of the coop we are trying to buy returned the signed contract. we have a verbal commitment to a mortgage with the letter forthcoming.

next stop, the coop board.

fingers crossed.

if this all works out as planned, we could be in our own apartment [that we actually own] by early fall.

wal-mart gives up on manhattan

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from the ny times this morning: wal-mart has given up efforts to locate a store in manhattan

it’s a free country and they are free to try to build in manhattan if they can.

and it’s a free country and manhattanites can do everything in their power to stop them.

and i’m glad they did. i hate frigging wal-mart. one of the things i love about new york is that there are so many mom-and-pop and local chain stores, and it’s easy to spend money knowing that money will stay in the local economy. you could live your whole life here and practically never spend money in the local outlet of a national chain. i don’t need wal-mart coming in and ushering those locals out of business.

especially with morons like lee scott in charge of the company:

During the questioning, Mr. Scott repeatedly referred to New York, but after the meeting a Wal-Mart spokeswoman, Mona Williams, called to say that Mr. Scott was referring to only Manhattan, not the entire city.

hey mr. scott, you freakin’ idiot. news flash. new york has five boroughs.

later in the article is this choice nugget:

Speaking about what he sees as snobbish elites in New York and across the country, Mr. Scott added, “You have people who are just better than us and don’t want a Wal-Mart in their community.”

not better, mr. scott. probably just better informed.

everything’s coming to a grinding halt

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bonus points to me for the lyrical reference to the cure. the mood i’m in, be glad i didn’t quote “sinking”.

we made such good headway with buying the coop apartment. we found a place we liked. we made an offer and it was accepted.

stop.

full stop.

we’ve been waiting for a week and a half now, with no word from the owner, who needs to sign the papers so we can get going on the mortgage. apparently he’s in korea and can’t be contacted. and his relative, who is living in the apartment and has power of attorney, isn’t signing until he talks to him, or something like that.

the waiting. my god, the waiting.

we really like the apartment, and we think the price is fair to both sides.

but something’s gotta give. soon.

me, a homo-wner?

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should, of course, be homeowner. but i wanted to drive the lame joke to its breaking point.

yes, kirk and i are thinking about buying a coop. seriously thinking, to the point of realigning our finances to put things in motion, and looking at places.

now, let’s get this straight. i didn’t suddenly win the lottery. i can’t afford to buy in manhattan–not even in inwood, where we live now. so we’re looking in riverdale, which is just over the harlem river in the bronx. a very nice old neighborhood, with lots of affordable places, and not more than 15 additional minutes commute away from where we are now.

more to come as the story develops.

jello biafra at the knitting factory

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my god, what a show.

i’ve seen some amazing spoken word performances in my life. henry rollins. utah phillips. hunter s. thompson. jim carroll.

nothing compares to jello biafra, i have to say. although all those other guys come close, in their own way, jello edges into the lead due to sheer stamina.

onstage at 8:45 PM. one fifteen minute break, two and one-half hours into the show. offstage just after 1:00 AM. by my count that’s four continuous hours of dialogue.

and every damn minute was compelling.

you got some “greatest hits” (loved the imitation of his weirdly swedish high school geometry teacher), but also an awful lot of extemporaneous conversation, mostly about iraq. it’s tough to say what was the best, or what was wonderful, because of the sheer volume of ideas. the best i could do was to take away a general feeling of reflection and renewed commitment and enthusiasm for doing the right thing again.

it was an affirmation, too. i’m doing the right thing in a lot of ways. giving back a significant portion of my income to microloans via finca. registered to vote, and actually voting, and actually voting in all the odd primaries and local races. and just generally giving a shit.

i admire people like jello biafra, and larry kramer, and all the other people who can keep that fire burning intensely for so long. the normal human tendency is to soften with age, become more conservative with age, compromise with age.

seeing someone like jello biafra gives me hope that everything might not be completely lost. thank god he’s still fighting the good fight.

dinner at mocca espresso lounge–loved the food (fried halloumi cheese, veggie burgers, tilapia, house-made cheesecake), great service, excellent italian sodas and espresso martinis. worth stopping by if you are in the area.

what i wanted to do

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coming to work this morning, i made the usual trek from subway to building. it’s all underground, and the entrance to my building is a revolving door in the lower level concourse of rockefeller center.

i’m assuming you know how a revolving door works. you push, and walk forward, and the door spins.

unless, of course, you are the type of person who doesn’t push the door.

the type of person that doesn’t do your part.

here’s how that works. it’s a busy door, and there’s someone ahead of you pushing, and there’s usually someone behind you pushing, and so you just stand there and walk forward, and let someone else do all the work. there’s a possibility that if there’s no one behind you, the door could stop revolving and you’d be stuck. and then you’d have to push, or stand there until someone behind you pushed.

and that’s what happened this morning. this woman just walked in the door in her slot without pushing, the person in front of her pushed the door, and she depended on me to push from behind so that she wouldn’t have to.

call me picky, but i think that behavior like this is indicative of a deep personality flaw. whoever she was, i’d bet she carries that attitude over into her everyday dealings, and that wouldn’t be pretty.

i so wanted to not push the door, and leave her standing there. but i’m a basically nice guy, and so i pushed.

maybe i shouldn’t have.

justin bond and the monks

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sunday and monday, i attended back to back theatrical events that showcased the variety of opportunities for fun in new york city.

on monday night, i was at joe’s pub for the inaugural talk show with justin bond. justin bond is the performer who portrays kiki of kiki and herb, who i write about all the freaking time. his guests were michael musto the gossip writer, jay brannan from shortbus, and jane adams, an actress who most recently starred in “little children”.

it got off to a bit of a slow start but got progressively more interesting and hilarious as the evening wore on. the highlight? most definitely justin’s performance of “god hates fags”, a song he got off a (who knew?) anti gay “christian” website.

don’t get me started.

anyway, here’s the clip in all its glory, straight from you tube:

jay brannan also sang a song, but it’s not up on you tube yet. it was called (i think) “half a boyfriend”–he has a gorgeous voice and plays impeccable guitar. someone sign this kid up!

we’re going back next week as well–it’s john cameron mitchell from hedwig and shortbus, debbie harry from (of course) blondie, and someone else whose name escapes me. well worth the $20 + two drinks to see.

sunday night, at the polar opposite of the spectrum, we saw the gyuto monks from tibet at town hall. not what i would have picked for myself, but kirk wanted to go so i went too. and it was marvelous.

they do this deep-throated guttural chanting that sounds like three notes at once. and when you get twenty of them doing it at once, and throw in some native instruments like drums and bugle-y horns and steel drum-y things, you get a very unusual and surprisingly calming sound.

i loved it.

not as much as i loved justin bond, but still. two great nights in a row. can’t ask for more than that.

we have wii, and you can too

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i couldn’t stand it any more. i’ve been wanting a wii for months, and my hit-and-miss approach to various nyc stores wasn’t working. and i wasn’t about to pay the ebay premium for a console. so i visited the nintendo store in rockefeller plaza on friday, and asked how to go about getting one.

“show up at 7am on monday morning and get in line,” i was told.

ok then. ok then.

cut to this morning. thinking that the coldest morning of the year, the day after the super bowl, might be a good time to wait in line to get a wii?

maybe a bit foolish. there was some logic. i thought there would be fewer people than usual.

boy was i wrong.

i got there at 7:15am–close enough, right? it was, i think 14 degrees, with a wind chill on top of that. and there were already 10 people in line ahead of me. some of them had been there since 5:30.

in chatting with them, though, i was assured that i was there early enough, and i’d get one.

i’ve waited in lines in freezing weather before, most notably when i bought mets tickets at shea on the first day of ticket sales. my reward that time was meeting former met ed kranepool. cold weather waiting has been good to me.

so i decided to stick it out.

it wasn’t too bad. i’d worn several layers of thermal clothing, so i was pretty warm. i thought two pairs of socks and a thick pair of shoes would be adequate, but my feet damn near froze standing on the cold concrete. i took to standing on one leg at a time, like a frigging flamingo.

and i chatted some more with the other people in line. they were young, of course, and enthusiastic, and had all kinds of advice about which games to buy and which accessories to buy and why to buy a wii and not a playstation or an xbox and all that.

the young woman in front of me was particularly interesting. she used to work in direct action for greenpeace, and so we chatted about greenpeace versus peta and their direct action methods. which ended up in a conversation about the evils of corporate america, and greedy people, and the loss of small business in new york. a pleasant conversation.

several people walking by asked us what we were in line for. her response? we’re waiting for wiis, she said. it shows a level of commitment, she said. it’s like a little community, she said. you enjoy it more when you wait for it, she said.

and then, at about 8:30, a guy walked down the line of people, handing out rolls of cash. he gave a wad to the young woman in front of me, too.

he skipped me.

“i’ll be waiting outside,” he said to them. “bring them right to me when you get them.”

oh.

sometimes, when i think i’m older and jaded and worldly and nothing can surprise me, i get surprised, and i realize that i’m not as clever as i think i am.

the doors to the nintendo store opened at 8:45. an hour and a half wait. not bad.

there were four cashiers inside, waiting to sell the small stack of wiis behind the counter. clearly the majority of the people in line (a line that by that time stretched nearly a block) were going home empty-handed.

three of those four cashiers were taking cash, from all the shills in front of me. the remaining forlorn cashier spoke, quietly, evidently not expecting a reply.

“is anyone paying with a credit card?”

no one in front of me was, so i stepped past them all, got my wii, got an extra controller and an extra nunchuk, bought an extra game called “trauma center” which looked fun, and was out of there.

i’m looking forward to playing my wii. i’ll let you know how it is.

i’m sure that all those wiis bought with cash will be eventually be enjoyed as well, when the profits are made and the premiums are paid.

i’ll bet i enjoy mine a bit more, though.

dreamgirls tickets obtained

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i went early to pick up my $25 dreamgirls tickets. i thought maybe if i picked them up early i’d get better seats.

swiped my credit card, the tickets print out. row lll (that’s three l, the letter that comes after k) seats 17 and 19.

i ask the usher where the seats are.

she points to the sign.

row lll–last row.

seats 17 and 19–the last seats in the row.

that’s right. my $25 + $25 + $2 service charge = $52 bought me the worst seats in the biggest movie theater in manhattan. guess going early didn’t help. although the theater is sold out through thursday, i think, so i should be glad i have tickets at all, right?

woo hoo. this movie had better be good.