So there was this bachelor party this weekend of a good friend tha basically involved riding on a "party bus" for over three hours to Hancock, NY, hanging out at a bar there (it has meaning to the future groom) until after 2 AM, and then getting back on the bus for the somehow shorter ride back to Manhattan. I got home at about 5:45 AM Sunday morning, slept until 1:30, and while I have absolutely no idea why, I was an absolute useless wreck the rest of the day. (OK, so I know exactly why. Use your imagination. HEY! Not that much imagination.) The bachelor party was actually relatively tame and involved more roasting of the future groom than anything truly debaucherous. It was fascinating that once we got to this bar, the entertainment began as a few drunk guys got into a huge brawl outside with one guy who easily weighed close to 300 pounds totally pummeling this other wasted guy who was at best half his weight. (The little guy had the genius tactic of talking smack by saying, "Oh no. You could kick my ass. You could absolutely kill me. But you're still a pussy!")
So I didn't get much of anything done after about 5:30 PM on Saturday, and now I'm ridiculously behind with basically everything in my life. Yet there's another week of Fringe, and I had the relative pleasure of seeing two more shows Friday night, for which reviews are up on Gothamist now. So go check-out what I thought of SILENCE! The Musical (a parody of The Silence of the Lambs) and Tarot Reading: Love, Sex and Mommy (a one-woman show written and performed by my new crush Kimberlee Auerbach. Dammit, she's taken!).
My co-Gothamist theatre writer Mallory has four reviews of her own posted as well including one "Don't Miss" selection, Movie Geek. She also recommends Treaty 321! and The Last Silver Zephyer, but suggests you stay away from .dependent study.
Meanwhile, as much as I'm hoping to keep up with my recent slightly-higher-than-normal quantity of posting (yes, I know, the quantity has gone up but that says nothing for the quality!), the next two weeks might prove a bit more erratic. We'll just have to see. I'd really love to get to a movie or two (or eight!) this week, but I'm not counting on it.