Valentine’s Day… stupid or not stupid? That is the question. 

I vote that the Empire State Building should always be pink and purple, no? Or it should be at least on April 14th every year (my birthday).

I think Valentine’s Day is stupid, for the most part. I wasn’t even thrilled with it the times I’ve HAD a Valentine (it’s a stupid amount of unnecessary pressure). But instead of being all stupidly bitter about it, I put on my red jeans, and a sheer, flowy black top, black combat boots (hah), curled my hair, and looked pretty for myself.

Of course, since it’s Thursday, we had a plethora of bagels in the office, and after the client meetings were over, we had the leftover heart-shaped Boston Creme donuts. Then someone’s fiance had a big box of Magnolia’s cupcakes delivered, and towards the late afternoon, my parents had two boxes of Butterlane cupcakes delivered (best cupcakes ever).

So, after nearly falling into a sugar coma on the couch in my office, my best man (and guy friend) met me and we went over to SVA for an art show reception. Afterward we grabbed dinner at a Thai restaurant in Chelsea and then hit up Strand Books (one of my favorite stores, ever, even though I should in no way be buying books right now as I have probably 20 books that I have yet to read on my shelves).

Now, after consuming five times my weight in calories today, I’m drinking some Happy Tummy Tea and crashing. But seriously, the Empire State Building should always be pink and red

I saw the second-to-last nominee for Best Play last Thursday night at the Golden Theater, RED.  I’d bought a $25 ticket the week prior in the last row of the mezzanine and I was a bit nervous about seeing it because of my seat location and liking the content of the play itself, since I’m not much of an art person.  The outside of the theatre has a red hue which immediately got me excited for reasons that can’t be explained.  RED starred seasoned actor Alfred Molina as the artist Mark Rothko, and British newcomer-to-Broadway Eddie Redmayne as Ken, Rothko’s new assistant and a painter himself.  

Rothko is working on a new set of paintings that he’s been commissioned to paint for a new restaurant at the top of a hotel in New York.  He is your typical self-centered artist, and tells his Ken (when he tells Rothko that it’s a bit funny that after two years he knows nothing about Ken) that everything in his studio is about him, so why should he know anything about Ken?  

I can’t articulate what went during the 90 minutes but I was never once bored, surprisingly.  It was, in part, about being an artist for arts sake and not for the money.  I found myself wanting to go out and buy an art kit after, a sign that I really connected with the material.  Molina and Redmayne were both excellent and kept my attention from start to finish, even from the last row of the mezzanine.  Also deserving mention here was the score by Adam Cork.  The music (though used much like scores are used in the movies) helped carry the plot a long and really added in a huge way to the play overall.  Why this was not one of the scores nominated in the Best Score category is mind-boggling.

So, even if you’re not an art fan, you should definitely check this play out.  You won’t be disappointed.  Tomorrow I’ll be seeing Fences, so I’ll be sure to report back!