Is it too late to recap my weekend? On Saturday night I saw Movin' Out, the production which connects Billy Joel songs into a narrative thread of love, life and loss in the Viet Nam War years. There is an elevated platform with the narrator (who sings all the songs and plays the piano) and a full band. All the characters are dancers who don't sing. Or speak. When I say that B.J.'s songs connect into a narrative, it's only by the most tenuous of threads. Anthony (works in a grocery store), Brenda and Eddie (were still going steady), and others interact strictly via costumes, sets and the balletic, acrobatic choreography of Twila Tharp. It's interesting. It's ambitious. It's an ambition not altogether realized. But you couldn't tell by the box office. It ran on Broadway for a long time and it sold out in our lil' burg for 12 days. In its defense, after the intermission things really pick up and the dancing is acrobatic and they really showcase the fact that these dancers are incredibly fit and gorgeous. Seriously, you walk out of there feeling slightly entertained and egregiously schlubby.
Would you believe I had a date to this show? With a woman? Me either. I think that's what it was, though the Magic 8 Ball says, "Reply hazy, ask again later." I went with my best friend's ex-wife after she laid a guilt trip on me worthy of a Jewish grandmother....or a Chinese divorcee, apparently. Divorcee. Hee. So retro. Anyway, here's the skinny: Drinks and Appetizers: $60 Theater Tickets: $140 Nightcap: $30 Spending over $200 and no one touches my whanger: Huh?! Wha?! She knows I don't date that way (anymore), so I was played, right? This makes me sound cheap, but she's one of those people who I have NEVER seen pay for cab fare, so it grates after a while.