Last nights notes. I wrote while waiting for the play that Bill is in, Pap Smear and then decided to take notes throughout the show. Here they are.

Sitting in an off Broadway theater, off Eighth Avenue on west 43rd Street. It’s raining steadily outside. The theater seats about 75 people capacity.

I walked across town after staying late in the office, killing time and fighting bible thumpers online in an Entertainment Weekly website regarding JK Rowling stating that Dumbledore, the headmaster from the Harry Potter series is gay. People are upset with this and quoting scripture while condemning wide swaths of people.

It’s funny, I’m so used to writing online that sometimes, if I’m not sure if I spelled a word incorrectly while writing it out by hand, I expect to see the telltale sign from spell check underlining my mistake.

Jose Blackorby is in town and I found this out via Rand this morning, and that was all I heard. Jose I think is staying at a hotel at 49th and 7th avenue and supposed to be available after 7PM, but here I am at an off Broadway theater. When I walked across town in the rain, I purposefully walked past 49th and 7th, but didn’t see any hotel there at those cross streets.

If I had my way, I’d be home, in from out of the rain.

I’m the only single person here. Not a full house, but everyone else is in a group, or with a companion. My companion will be on stage in the play.

Now it’s 8:16. The play is supposed to start at 8:00 of course, but this is off Broadway so one has to put up with it. They hardly ever start on time.

I do have detailed notes at this point, but decided to skip it.

The other day when Bill offered me a ticket, I suggested Friday, but when Friday came around I figured that Saturday would be better. I mentioned it to Bill, seeing if he could switch the nights but he said it was too late. I was also supposed to have a cigar with an old friend from the music business days, Corey Williams, but I begged off, rescheduling for next week.

I just want to get home and chill out. I’m sure it would be different if I was with someone, I know I’m different if I’m with someone, but I’m not. No one to talk to, and so I write. Writing in public can be seen as being anti-social, but there’s no one being social with me so I guess it’s an uneven balance, if that’s not too much of an oxymoron.

It’s intermission and I usually run out for a smoke, but as we’re in a back room on the fifth floor and it’s raining out, it would probably take me 10 minutes to get outside.

Someone took a bath in perfume. Someone who came in after the intermission who wasn’t there in the first half.

Post show.

My overall impression is that I could write a better play, but obviously I haven’t so the playwright has me beaten on that count. I didn’t think it was the rip roaring comedy that the post card said it was, but the audience sure did. Let me put it this way, it puts the chlamydia in comedy. 4 grown men who have no clue what a OB/GYN does in the 21st century, and freak out thinking their wives are having an affair. Then they go in drag, beards and all to the doctor’s office. Comedy ensues. At least the audience thought so.

Last night pretty mellow. A very good TV night, even better than Monday night, or maybe as good because as I wrote that I thought to myself, “what about Weeds?” A bit chilly outside, but it was toasty indoors. Bill texted me from the play he is involved with. ‘Pap Smear’ which from what I’ve read is a comedy, and when I asked Bill is this was a white bashing play he said he was being facetious when he said that last week. I looked it up on Theater Mania which gave it a mention. Bill said that last night’s opening was sold out. I wondered to myself, why was I going after work on a Friday night, when I could go on Saturday night, after lounging about in Hoboken, rather than trying to find something to occupy my time for three hours. I get out of work at 5:00, the play starts at 8:00. Bill put me on the list for Friday night and I asked if he could move it to Saturday but no, apparently the producer wrote it in stone.

Also heard from Rand that Jose Blackorby was in town. I had emailed Jose a few weeks ago, just seeing if his email address was still functioning. Apparently I sent it just in time, since he was about to shut down that email account. We made tentative plans for cocktails when he was in Manhattan and tonight he is in Manhattan. So now the plans are for an after show cocktail with Jose and Rand. Should be interesting, if we could figure out when and where to have drinks. Something to write about I suppose, both the show (which could wind up with me mumbling to myself, that I could write a better play than the one I saw) and cocktails with such a great guy as Jose.

As far as last night’s TV, Ugly Betty ruled. Really good laugh out loud funny. Marc and Cliff, the bear photographer meeting was so sweet and touching, and the scenes with Betty and Henry were sweet as well. I enjoyed the show so much that I sent an email and then called up Annemarie to suggest that she watch it even though she’s never watched it before. I enjoyed it so much last night that I watched it again this morning online which you might want to do as well.

After that I watched the Office which was good, just a bit of a let down after Ugly Betty which made me happy after watching it. Michael in the Office could be such an asshole and he was for a bit last night. It was good, just not as good as other episodes were. Scrubs season premiere came on after that. Scrubs is starting it’s final season so things should be tied up quite nicely. Elliot backed out of marrying Keith Dudemeister which is typical of Elliot. JD still hung up on Elliot, ended the show on quite a downbeat note, saying that he will stay with the mother of his child, even if he doesn’t love her.

I DVR’d My Name is Earl and 30 Rock, and Earl was a bit of a let down, and I would point the finger at Michael Rappaport for that, since I’m not much of a Michael Rappaport fan. The Joy vs Catalina story was fun though, but it was the backstory. 30 Rock was very funny, Alec Baldwin stole the episode with his imitations of Tracy Jordan’s mother and father and eventually an imitation of Tracy Jordan. Carrie Fisher was very funny too as Liz Lemon’s role model/inspiration.

Hope Harpy gets over his broken foot soon.

Tomorrow, the play.