aster

i went to new york last month, where i saw possibly the worst "theatre" i've ever had to suffer through. take my word for it--avoid the coney island halloween sideshow. i went there expecting a fun tour of the grounds and wound up standing ankle deep in water in a dark, stanky basement, wondering if i was going to be electrocuted by exposed wiring and/or broken christmas lights. meanwhile, some old guy who performed like a Godot casting reject nattered on incoherently about "walt disney's ghost" and underemployed drama majors waved cheap props held up with string.

i couldn't deal. part of me thought i should have gone to the Hell House instead, but i wasn't up for squishy abortion sound effects.

still, my night was redeemed by sashimi and cotton candy and plum wine at 2am. thank you, raucous japanese bar.







wish: next time i go to new york, i'd like to stay for more than a few days.