yesterday, for the third time in my life, i paid money to look at naked boys. yes, this dainty flower has been in 2 strip clubs. yes, one of them was the lucky horseshoe. yes, the other was called "cupid's cove" and featured a man with a penis pump. yes, i squealed like a japanese schoolgirl at a justin timberlake concert. yesterday, i attended the 7:30 production of "take me out".
admittedly, i desired to see this show for it's promise of full monty after full monty. my interest piqued and my nips perked, i wanted to know more, so i researched, read up on the play itself, stumbled across some cast bios... with pictures. halfway through kyle hall's page, i bought 2 tickets.
yes, i bought 2 tickets, with no particular guest in mind, and as we know, i missed the first show i was supposed to attend. thus, last night, through some fine bartering with steppenwolf, i had 2 "courtesy" seats. the sound of them made me feel both glamourous and a bit like a charity case. i frantically searched for someone, anyone, to take with me. the roommate was out of town. the birthday boy was not answering. that guy i used to visit in indiana but haven't really talked to in the past 2 years had changed his number. no one was to be found with whom i could share the "courtesy" seats. i went alone... feeling a bit pervy about the whole thing. as if paying money to see penis on a sunday evening under the ruse of "theater" weren't slightly deviant enough, now i was doing it by myself. in the dark. hot.
i arrived a little early and took that time to scope out my fellow audience members. they were a hearty mix. a dash of circus freak. a sprinkling of dirty old man. a light dusting of sophisticated, married, theater-going couples. a pinch of straight girls (with or without a standard issue "gay friend"). the meat and potatoes of this stew, of course, was your average, everyday gang of queens over 30. mix all in large bowl, store in cool, dark place, and add one tall glass of water (moi) 5 minutes before curtain.
the show was good. i think i'm still mulling over it a bit. the performances were strong and solid. the characters were true; the story honest. the monties were full. overall, i left with a good feeling about what i had seen. the nudity was tasteful and not really distracting. i had worried about this because i can get a little uneasy with nudity (note previous reference to japanese schoolgirl), and my courtesy seat had me within spitting distance of their pendulous privates. while the first penis was a bit of a shock to the system, subsequent cocks and one particular pair of balls were a pleasure and appropriate.
after the show, i met some friends for a few drinkereeskipoos at roscoe's and low and behold who do i see but "jason chenier"... well, again, the actor who plays jason chenier in "take me out". i did a mini-freak out... almost all of which stayed safely in my head. then he caught me staring a little, so being the ever-so-graceful social butterfly that i am, i sauntered over the 3 feet to where he was standing and said something to the effect of "i've seen you naked". bingo! this is exactly how well-adjusted adults interact with one another. despite my lack of tact, however, we had a lovely conversation about his work, living in hollywood, and being in chicago for the summer. my envy of sven grew about tenfold, and i convinced myself that i'd be accepting my friend's offer at another ticket to the show.
this time i'll be sure to hang around afterwards, squealing like a japanese schoolgirl, clamoring for autographs.
i.f.o.t.d. - having grown up on a street with a notorious pedophilic peeping tom, i am to this day constantly convinced that someone is looking in on me. this is especially bothersome because our shower has a window in it.
posted by brett @ 4:40 PM
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