Happy Friday, people. It’s been a busy week.
Wednesday night Albert and I went to the Mark Taper Forum to see Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike. Don’t let the name of the play or the Chekhovian themes intimidate you— this show is hysterical. It won the 2013 Tony award for Best Play for it’s smart, witty dialogue, and this cast mines the material for all it’s worth. Christine Ebersole is perfect in the part that Sigourney Weaver created on stage, and David Hyde Pierce takes over the helm as director. I highly recommend a trip downtown to catch this comedy if you can get a seat.
I have some food reviews for you as well. We finally tried Sycamore Kitchen on La Brea for a weekend brunch. The atmosphere is great, and the food is healthy and delicious, but the line is ridiculous. We stood and waited for over a half hour to place our order, and I can’t quite figure out the delay. It seems like this is the norm, and while the food is yummy, it’s not worth the process.
We also tried Roadside Eats that recently opened at the Arclight in Hollywood. Order one of their (small) sandwiches as a salad and you get a huge, fresh salad topped with your favorite BBQ’d meat for less than ten bucks. The food is delicious and the place could use some business, so check it out!
Friday night Albert and I went to Trannyshack LA at the Dragonfly, which is always a twisted show. Saturday night we headed downtown to the new Ace Hotel to celebrate our friend Shane’s 40th birthday. The beautiful new rooftop lounge offers great views of the city, particularly of the neighboring Orpheum Theater and Eastern Columbia buildings. Our friends Justin and Alberto live in the latter, so we got to do a little Broadway party hopping.
So, I’m at the gym yesterday and I’m waiting at the drinking fountain between Joel McHale from The Soup/Community and Luke Macfarlane from Brothers & Sisters. They are both adorable, so I’m happy to be the meat in their line sandwich. I also linger at the fountain because this is the closest I’m going to get to a make-out session with them, which is creepy, and yes, I don’t care.
I’m walking home from the gym and an insane looking homeless woman catches my eye. She starts to run toward me, and I just smile a friendly “keep your distance” smile, and hope she isn’t a crazy with a knife. She asks if I have a light, which I don’t, and then I wait for her to ask for money instead, which is usually the follow-up question. Instead, she opens up her box of cigarettes, and says, “Can I offer you one?” Well, that’s a horse of a different color. I am totally surprised and I don’t know how to react. I am so appreciative that I almost take one even though I don’t smoke, but I don’t want to use the last of her cancer sticks or catch a mouth disease. I love Hollywood.