There's this website called meetup.com where you can join different meetup groups with similar interests-- say, in indie films or off-Broadway shows-- and make plans to get together for different events in the city, often for a group discounted rate and, sometimes, if the stars align perfectly and you stand on one leg and recite the alphabet backwards with a slight lisp, for free.
Last Friday through a theater meetup group I was fortunate enough to score the much rumored and highly elusive free ticket to Mazel Tov Coctail. Written and performed by Jamie M. Fox, Mazel Tov Coctail is a one-woman comedy about a celebrity personal assistant who aspires to be a producer but spends her time surreptitiously reheating her boss's daily Starbucks and otherwise catering to the celeb's erratic and unpredictable whims.
When her brother is arrested for dealing cocaine, she goes home for the court date and is bombarded with questions from her Jewish and weight-watcher dieting mom about everything from the state of her career to her lack of a boyfriend, especially a Jewish one.
The show is by turns hilarious and heart-wrenching. Jamie has more talent in her little finger than most of us have a right to expect in our entire beings. She seamlessly changes characters, sometimes within the same scene, and delivers equally convincing renditions of a personal assistant, a crazed celeb, a meth-addict in "love" (the brother's girlfriend who landed him in jail), an ex-con (in the courtroom during her brother's trial), a passive but totally endearing father and a well-meaning mother driving her daughter to the brink of insanity, and, eventually, over the edge.
I highly recommend the show to anyone in the area. It's playing through the end of February. Order tickets here.
That's basically all that was on my mind this morning. Hope everyone's having a lovely Valentine's Day. Haha, which reminds me, my amazingly thoughtful and wonderful Dad tried to send me flowers yesterday in a FedEx package, which, apparently, someone stole at 1:03 p.m. signing for them with the name E. Savinowich. (I doubt that's the guy's real name. I mean, would you sign your real name if you were stealing flowers?)
Too funny. I just know it was some man in his first or second year of marriage, or maybe his 30th, who completely blanked on a VDay gift, saw mine and thought "Yes, flowers! Perfect."
Because there aren't flowers at the bodega across the street or anything. Jerk.
On that note, I'm excited about an anti-Valentine's Day poetry reading I'm going to tonight called "It's Not You, It's Me: The Poetry of Breakup." Bored to Death's creator and author of Wake Up, Sir! Jonathan Ames is moderating it. Should be a good time. I'll let you know how much of one in my next post!
Quick yet pressing question on the poll to the right. What's your Vday gift of choice? Chocolate or flowers or, better yet, stolen flowers?!
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