I was super excited when I was invited to The Amoralists’ newest production, Enter at Forest Lawn recently. The Amoralists are amazing and even though they’re productions are weird, to say the least, I love them.

Enter at Forest Lawn, written by Mark Roberts and directed by Jay Stull, was about a stressed out Hollywood television producer and how he’s manipulated by the people in his life. Mark Roberts spouted off line after line effortlessly as Jack, the always-stressed producer. The always-amazing Sarah Lemp was Jessica, Jack’s on-edge and less-than-competent assistant. Then there was Matthew Pilieci, another Amoralists member, who is consistently amazing and probably the stand out in the cast. David Lanson and Anna Stromberg round out the cast as a nervous staff member and a devious Hollywood columnist.

As with most productions by The Amoralists, I highly recommend Enter on Forest Lawn. It’s playing through August 9th down at the Walkerspace at 46 Walker Street. Click here for more information. 

Why I Never Expect a Dude To Pay

My new thing is to chat with guys very seldom before I meet them. Otherwise you develop this ridiculous person that you think they are based on their texts and it’s usually incredibly off.

So, I went on a date last night with a guy who, online, in the brief time I’d chatted with him, seemed nice enough. He was cute – in a quirky way. We met at Ninth Ward downtown. It looked like a cool place and they had happy hour.

He was nice. He was really nice. And he was kind of cute in person. Still quirky. But there were way too many pauses in our conversation. I didn’t know what to say to him, and even worse, I didn’t care. I just wanted to finish my beer and go home. And eat. I was really hungry and I didn’t want to order food there and have to spend more time with this person who I’d never see again. 

We decided we’d split the very minimal check (thank you, happy hour!) and when his debit card was declined twice, I picked up the tab. I was kind of pissed he didn’t even offer to swing by an ATM.

This is why I’ve never been on a date where I haven’t offered to pay my half. I can’t imagine how annoying it is to always pay for dates, even when they’re not going well. Sometimes the guys decline my offer, but sometimes they accept. 

Lesson here is: Ladies, it’s the 20th century. Don’t expect your date to pay for your alcohol or food. 

Awkward side note: Just noticed that this dude checked out my profile again at 2am last night. Oy vey. 

Considering when I saw this show, I’m way behind on my Writing-About-Shows-I’ve-Seen-Lately. I was offered tickets to The Village Bike, MCC’s newest production, and almost turned it down but was interested after learning that Greta Gerwig (Frances Ha) was in it. And she is awesome, so that was that.

It was about a couple who had just moved from London to the English countryside and are expecting a baby. Gerwig plays Becky, the undersexed and super horny Becky and Jason Butler Harner plays John, her worried and overprotective husband. The trouble starts when Becky buys a bike from Max Shepherd, a local with a less than stellar reputation. 

I’m not quite sure what Penelope Skinner’s intentions were when she wrote this, but it was entertaining and frustrating at the same time. I enjoyed it and I thought Gerwig’s performance was great.

The Village Bike plays through July 13th. 

The Rattlestick Playwright’s Theater has be consistently producing interesting and quite good stuff this season. I read a little bit about The Few, written by Samuel D. Hunter and directed by Davis McCallum, in Time Out New York recently and then finally got around to see it last night.

About a man, Bryant, who abandoned his newspaper printed for truckers in Oregon, and a woman, QZ, he asked to marry him, four years prior when he comes back and asks for his answer (will you marry me or not?). The paper is totally different from how he left it and there’s a new person on the very small staff of two, Matthew (who is, of course, superbly awkward).

It was 95 minutes and I was only bored for one moment towards the end, when it seemed like there was nothing else to really happen anymore. The acting by Michael Laurence, Tasha Lawrence, and Gideon Glick were all spot-on, which is necessary when you have such a small cast. 

To be honest, this play is really depressing. But I also really enjoyed it. 

Let’s go downtown…

I realized recently that I rarely ever go downtown anymore.  Sadly, unless I have solid plans to do something downtown, I usually stay above 42nd Street.  It’s so weird considering I used to spend most of my time below 14th Street.  But this weekend I am changing that!  Now that I am caught up, for the most part, with my Broadway shows, it’s high-time I catch up on the off-Broadway spread.  

I’m seeing Next Fall on Saturday night, but besides that I’m going to [try to] see The Metal Children (@ The Vineyard Theatre), The Common Air (@ the Bleecker Street Theatre), Zero Hour (@ the DR2 Theatre), and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson (@ The Public Theatre), which was just extended for the third time.  I’m not sure which to try to see first!  The Metal Children and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson are definitely topping the list though.

I also want to take a stroll through The Strand.  I was hoping to pick up a copy of Emily Giffin’s new book, Heart of the Matter, but I just called and they’re out of it.  Sigh.  

And if you didn’t hear, it’s finally been announced that Christina Ricci is taking over Alicia Silverstone’s role in the transfer of Time Stands Still.  I’m pretty excited for that.