However, we have to begin day 1's recap with what may be a daily "contractor story." See, both S & H's are in the midst of builds or remodels, making for more conversation about floor tile than you would think possible. Yesterday's "ah oh" was on the drive in when the H's contracted texted a photo -- never a good sign. Since he's supposed to have been done already (though he insists he isn't really behind), to be texting pictures mean something has gone awry. And, yes, something had: the vanity, once unpacked, had a big crack in it AND the faucet was broken. What to do? He was working on repairing it, though he wondered about "matching the glaze." SMN!
Also heard on the drive in were the following comments. I will allow your imagination of fill in the context:
M: I like it on top.
M: That didn't look like six inches to me!
B: Do you like kinky boots (was she really talking about the play)?
M: What's the red light for K?
S: (In NYC) There's a Starbucks here?
S: (a bit later) There's another Starbucks?
After much milling and waiting, we were checked in the apartment (someone tell them that using a jack hammer at 7:30 isn't conducive to vacation-goers), parked the car, and made our way to the M&M store, where, it turns out, M had an audition (signified by his initial on his chest). Here's the photo of said audition --
I don't think he got the gig -- something about not being sweet enough.
Then we saw *A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder.* It was the second time the H's have seen it; it's awfully funny (you kill off six people in six different ways to get to be the earl, what's not funny?) and a good start. M (maybe based on the disappointment of the audition) thought it was funny and entertaining but weak, "the book is thin...there are only like three good songs in it." There's your review.
From there, through traffic and taxi shift change to dinner, where the waiter delivered the funniest line of the day. M ordered the "loup de mer" with a "if that's how you are supposed to pronounce it" and I followed with my best Oklahoman of "I'll have the black bass." Without a beat the waiter says "that'd be black base, sir." Touche.
The highlight meal, for those of you hungry for food porn, was the free range chicken (aka quail?) shared by B & K.
It was delicious and so was the fish.
Then off to an evening show -- this time Terence McNally's *It's Only a Play.* Insert appropriate Laurel & Hardy joke here, which would be appropriate since the play was full of that kind of routine. M loved it because there were more inside theatre jokes than an episode of Slings and Arrows, but it's not really a play (you knew I couldn't resist playing off the title) but a series of jokes looking for a plot. Martin Short, we all decided, despite being like fifth billed, was the star and quite good -- Matthew Broderick, Stockard Channing and F. Murray Abraham all were decent, but none looked like Tony contenders. Just tired actors working on tired material (there's that review).
Speaking of which, it's Day 2 and we have neither tickets or plans except lunch and dinner (yes, we came here to eat, duh) so look forward to day 2's post, whoever you are (or aren't) -- it has the potential to rehash more tired jokes and unhash some food porn. Adieau!
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