So this past Saturday was a whirlwind of activity for me. First I went across town to the Philoctetes Center to see several short films of Samuel Beckett plays and then there was a roundtable with Edward Albee, John Tuturro, Tom Bishop and Alvin Epstein. I was one of the lucky ones who got a ticket to be in the same room with Pulitzer Prize winner Edward Albee, a living legend. Seriously, while other people swoon over Brangelina, I get farklempt over theater folk.And John Tuturro! Star of Barton Fink and The Big Lebowski. I almost went over to him and told him how my ex-sweetie pie looks like him and they both played Herb Stempel, Tuturro in Quiz Show, and ex-sweetie pie on stage in LA in Night and Her Stars! But I refrained. Plus ex-sweetie pie would have killed me if he knew that I'd done that.
There was some talk about doings at Philoctetes Paris, and someone who wants to open Philoctetes Berlin, but I'm thinking Philoctetes London! Seriously, I know tons of theater folk and one actual psychotherapist. If I won the lottery, I would totally want to be the one to run that.
That night, I met up with Liz Maverick, Marianne Mancusi, Leanna Renee Heiber, Hope Tarr and Megan Frampton for a Dances of Vice party at the beautiful Montauk Club in Park Slope, my dream neighborhood in Brooklyn. You can see some of the lovely photos on Megan and Liz's site. I met up with Hope on the no. 4 subway platform to Brooklyn, and we made our way to the club. However, we got a bit discombobulated coming out of the train and we dashed into a liquor store to get our bearings where we had samples of Thai rum laced with apple juice. Just the thing on a cold winter's night!
We finally made our way to the Montauk Club where we met up with everybody. I had sent out an email weeks ago about the event, and no one jumped on the idea, until this past week and then all of a sudden we all decided to go. I wore an evening gown I've had for a long time which is beautiful but has no sleeves. The Montauk Club is beautiful, it reminded me very much of the Players Club, which is a private club in Manhattan, founded by Edwin Booth. I'm dying to join, if only for the all you can drink champagne brunch buffet for $20.
Everyone looked fab, although I felt a little underdressed compared to some of the revelers who were in full 18th century regalia. We bought drink tickets (2 for $10) and enjoyed the entertainment including one performer who looked like the lovechild of Beethoven and Bob Dylan. There were stripteases, a man in a gorilla suit who later sang 'Rock Me Amadeus' and a male performer in 18th century costume and gold high heels who sang a beautiful version of 'Nessun Dorma.' As I normally do, I had a flash of inspiration after my second glass of wine. Seriously, it would help if I could find a way to have these flashes when I'm sober!
The others went off to go dancing and Hope and I stayed until the bitter end before taking the train back to the city. I confess I ran into Mickey D's for some fries when I got home to go along with my mini veggie burger that I had left over from my dinner. After taking off my make-up, I finally put my head down on the pillow and went to sleep.
I can't wait to go to the next Dances of Vice party!
