Electric Vindaloo
Apr. 17th, 2005 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenBack home. I can now confirm the following:
Vinnie did wink at Ros.
Vinnie did hug Ros after the show.
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swmbo rocks the house and got an autograph for Ros as well.
We did see Vinnie strip down to his alltogether (thanksbethynyc!)
Depending on your angle you did see more than just VK butt.
Depending on how close you were to the front, you got VK spit on you as well. As I have not yet taken a shower, I could successfully run a DNA test on the lad.
swmbo might, just might, think that Vinnie has lovely skin.
swmbo is, however, a cover hog and do not let ANYBODY tell you different.
Beyond that what can I tell ya? It was a fun night which reminded me a lot of Buffycon, in that there were a lot of people there I wanted to meet and no time whatsoever to get a chance to even say hi to half of them. This was also not helped by my blondness which meant that when people were nice enough to introduce themselves by their real names I had absolutely no idea who I was talking to. Next time I say we all wear name tags, complete with little pictures to the left hand side which allow us to push for more information.
The play itself was pretty much what you'd expect for an off-off-off-off-Broadway workshoppy play with a budget of, I believe, whatever was in the director's pockets at the time of the curtain going up. If you've read the reviews of it in the New York Times and the like you pretty much get the idea. Vinnie was good, "Manchester" accent notwithstanding. He gets a monologue in the second half which was well written and well executed by him.
The rest was a bit of a muddle. There were entire scenes that didn't need to be there, plus two actresses who left me andkita0610 with conflicting opinions as to which of them was actually pretty good for that level of theater, and which one was clearly the best the show could get their hands on. The important thing to remember in this argument is that my opinion is right, and Kita's is wrong.
Still and all with a tighter editor on the script and somebody gently pulling everyone aside and pointing out that no, really, it didn't have to be taking place in England, I've seen worse at that level of theater. It's no Shakespeare, but OTOH who expected it to be?
After the play there was Ros's meeting of VK, then various people splintering off to go home. Some of us traveled pretty much all over the entire Village in order to find a place to grab a drink. Then it was a late night with Ros making it clear that if I didn't to back home with her, Swmbo, and Kita, there would be dire consequences. Not the least of which was I wouldn't get the stuff that I'd left at Mer's apartment so I wouldn't have to haul it around the theater.
So late giggly night for us, comparatively far too early morning (10am counts as early if you go to bed at 3 and go to sleep at... actually I'm not sure any of us really slept), brunch at Katz's deli because Kita needed the food of her people, and then us stumbling back to our respective beds for nappage. The latter of which I'm about to do right now.
Vinnie did wink at Ros.
Vinnie did hug Ros after the show.
swmbo rocks the house and got an autograph for Ros as well.We did see Vinnie strip down to his alltogether (thanks
bethynyc!)Depending on your angle you did see more than just VK butt.
Depending on how close you were to the front, you got VK spit on you as well. As I have not yet taken a shower, I could successfully run a DNA test on the lad.
swmbo might, just might, think that Vinnie has lovely skin. swmbo is, however, a cover hog and do not let ANYBODY tell you different.Beyond that what can I tell ya? It was a fun night which reminded me a lot of Buffycon, in that there were a lot of people there I wanted to meet and no time whatsoever to get a chance to even say hi to half of them. This was also not helped by my blondness which meant that when people were nice enough to introduce themselves by their real names I had absolutely no idea who I was talking to. Next time I say we all wear name tags, complete with little pictures to the left hand side which allow us to push for more information.
The play itself was pretty much what you'd expect for an off-off-off-off-Broadway workshoppy play with a budget of, I believe, whatever was in the director's pockets at the time of the curtain going up. If you've read the reviews of it in the New York Times and the like you pretty much get the idea. Vinnie was good, "Manchester" accent notwithstanding. He gets a monologue in the second half which was well written and well executed by him.
The rest was a bit of a muddle. There were entire scenes that didn't need to be there, plus two actresses who left me and
kita0610 with conflicting opinions as to which of them was actually pretty good for that level of theater, and which one was clearly the best the show could get their hands on. The important thing to remember in this argument is that my opinion is right, and Kita's is wrong.Still and all with a tighter editor on the script and somebody gently pulling everyone aside and pointing out that no, really, it didn't have to be taking place in England, I've seen worse at that level of theater. It's no Shakespeare, but OTOH who expected it to be?
After the play there was Ros's meeting of VK, then various people splintering off to go home. Some of us traveled pretty much all over the entire Village in order to find a place to grab a drink. Then it was a late night with Ros making it clear that if I didn't to back home with her, Swmbo, and Kita, there would be dire consequences. Not the least of which was I wouldn't get the stuff that I'd left at Mer's apartment so I wouldn't have to haul it around the theater.
So late giggly night for us, comparatively far too early morning (10am counts as early if you go to bed at 3 and go to sleep at... actually I'm not sure any of us really slept), brunch at Katz's deli because Kita needed the food of her people, and then us stumbling back to our respective beds for nappage. The latter of which I'm about to do right now.
