I’m back from a rather whirlwind trip to NYC. It’s the longest I’ve visited there since I moved away back in 2008, and as I poke my head up from under the covers of the “no I’m not here don’t look at me” feelings I’ve been living the past few months, it feels good to have traveled and returned.
A few highlights from my trip include:
1. The main reason I went – to audition for the national tour of War Horse. The original play, not the movie. I went with the intention of showing them that I could be a 5’11” puppeteer and female-bodied and strong enough to manage the 120lb horse puppets unscathed. I was the only female-bodied puppeteer to show on the day I auditioned.
If you have only seen the movie, check this out, and imagine me as either the head or the hind of the beast:
2. One of my dearest friends from the Prestigious Women’s College recently ended her ten year relationship, and to show solidarity I went with her on her weekly sojourn to the latest gay lady bar in the city: The Dalloway. And let me tell you something, folks – NYC needed a place like this. Good – no, great food, if a bit small on the plate and pricey, really good drinks – if only they had craft beers on tap. But the general attractiveness of the clientele made up for any shortcomings behind the bar. The cute bartender didn’t hurt either. Thank you, New York, for having a classy place to go to be with other queers.
3. And along the lines of cute bartenders, the bartender who complimented my new rockabilly haircut while I waited for friends my last night in Bushwick was also delightful. We lady-loving-ladies/etc should speak up more like this – it’s so nice to be seen and recognized and even flirted with a bit. I smiled all the way back to LA.
Aw, man, you should’ve said something about being in NYC. I would’ve bought you a beer and given you the elder butch shoulder bump. Well, given the height disparity, it would’ve been a shoulder-to-elbow bump, but still.
Also funny, I was just saying to my partner, “Thank god they finally took the War Horse poster down!” It was up at the train station for months–I need more variety while I’m waiting on the platform.
Ha! Yes, they took the posters down because the show closed in NY in January, so now it’s just the tour. I’m bummed I didn’t think to write up my trip sooner! Although it was a SUPER last minute, crazy I-can’t-really-afford-this kind of thing. Next time for sure!
Oh, that explains it (the poster). You can tell I’m really up on my entertainment news, right?
Sadly (well, happily), I’m moving to Virginia next week, so you missed your chance at the buy-a-butch-a-drink thing.