I did a slightly shorter workout that usual, which was just fine after almost a week away from gym.
( Read more... )Thence to meet L for dinner at Moroccan Star (if I went there more often, I might get something other than the pastilla (chicken pie) once in a while), and usher for a concert performance of
The Prince of Grand Street at the Center for Jewish History on 16th Street.
That was fun. The people running it were clearly pleased to see us, and to quickly see that we were competent. It's not a very difficult task, but we--mostly L, who's done this frequently before--knew what questions to ask so we could answer them for the patrons.
The show itself was weird and amusing. It's a musical about the Yiddish theatre, set on the Lower East Side early in the 20th century. The title character is a very popular actor. There's a funeral, a love story, and excerpts from the shows the actor's company puts on, including a
Romeo and Juliet rewritten with a happy ending, "Young Avram Lincoln" (leaving various characters asking each other whether Lincoln's grandfather was really Jewish), and an unauthorized
Huckleberry Finn that takes very little from Twain besides the title character's name.
I had a fine time, but I can see why it closed on the road