Eyes Will Roll

I went to see an off-off-off-OFF Broadway show called Frogs at the Fault Line Theater on 4th Ave. between 2nd Ave. and Bowery a few nights ago.  The comedy is by Aristophanes and oh my goodness, I'm too stoopid for these Greek plays.  It was way too corny for me and spoiler alert, it wasn't about amphibians at all.   

The only thing that left me laughing all night was the almost transparent groin area of the men dressed in frog-green spandex suits.  I have pictures of it but posting it would be distasteful. 

The Goddess

So, I just got home from my pole dancing class and I'm sore all over, it's not even funny.  It's been years since I've done stretching and my legs are jello.  But!  But I loved it. 

The studio is located in Chelsea on 23rd St and the room was dark, seductive and intimate.  Channeling my inner goddess was even funnier and took a lot more concentration for me than any of the other girls.  Twirling on a pole was harder than I thought. 

The class of 8 girls and one instructor started out with warm-ups, stretching, rotation of every part of the body with emphasis on the hips, all the while being encouraged to touch our bodies like...  Hold up, my dad reads this blog.  Anyway, I did my climb and spin and that's all there is to it.  Awesome.

Follies at the Marquis

Tell me, how could I leave when I left long ago?

I went to see Follies at the Marquis Theater.  I've always known I don't know shit about critiquing musicals since I don't really know the technicalities, the songs and it was all I could do to keep up with the storyline.  My co-workers were asking me how I liked it, all I could say was that I loved it, which wasn't exactly true.  I read up on this particular show before I went to see it but I'd much rather see joyful, funny musicals.

It's a story about two couples undergoing some mid-life crises, regrets, past loves, past lives, past glamour.  It was a heartrending seeing older people on stage wistfully reminiscing about their past lives as Weissman showgirls.  As usual, I'll only mention my favorite musical number.

My favorite was Phyllis' (gorgeously played by Jan Maxwell) number "Could I Leave You?" where she and Ben confronted each other about divorce.  All the while I was thinking, "Exactly!"  I've been through signing out, zoning out, mentally and emotionally preparing myself to leave, days spent in different parts of the room, ignoring each other, not seeing each other.  The torture of a passionless and comfortable relationship is like bleeding to death by paper cuts.

The Joshua Tree

I've always laughed at people pretending to know the lyrics to a song.  They look like actors in a Mexican telenovela being dubbed in Filipino.  Is it that bad not to know the words to Where the Streets Have No Name and to just bob your head to the music without mouthing random words?  

I went to the U2 360° Tour at the New Meadowlands Stadium last night.  It was absolute hell getting there for the 95,000 people who wanted to see those four, somewhat oldish Irish guys, the alienic structure The Claw and reminisce about their own rock and roll past. 

 

Penn Station in Manhattan had signs that read, "If you're going to the U2 concert, line up here."  It was World Youth Day 1995 for me all over again.  I kept wishing for Platform 9 3/4 so I could just disappear and get away from these already drunk U2 fans.  

I was never really into U2 while growing up and not surprisingly, I didn't see a lot of Filipinos there and not much black people either.  Why I noticed that, I don't know.  I didn't know any of the songs in the concert except Elevation and With or Without You.

Of course, my favorite part was when Arizona Congresswoman, Gabrielle Giffords' hubby, Mark Kelly, appeared on the huge screen with a message from space, an awesome segue to "Beautiful Day".  Gabby Giffords was shot in the head earlier in Arizona.

What time is it in the world?  Showtime!

Quenelle de Brochet Lyonnaise

I've been craving for this very Pinoy street food every since I got here and the Filipino restaurants that I go to don't offer it.  Imagine my surprise when I found it in the snooty French restaurant on Fifth Avenue called La Grenouille.  

We started out with some cold and creamy pea soup that's about 3 teaspoonfuls.  In my Third World upbringing, soup was always steaming hot, comforting and overflowing on a stormy night in July.  I felt haughty French eyes on me, just waiting for me to use a dessert spoon on my minuscule soup bowl.  So I flashed out my mint green Canon and took pictures of every plate they served me.  I've got plenty of Filipino haughtiness to  share too.

The agnolotti with spinach, peas and parsley was amazing.  Agnolotti, I had to ask Monsieur capitaine, is a type of pasta much like ravioli.  I used to sincerely hate peas but I loved it served like this.  It tasted very much like the Japanese sweet corn my parents used to buy from Manong Mais at Ateneo.

Then came the entree, La Quenelle de Brochet Lyonnaise.  It tickled me to high heavens when I discovered what quenelles meant in plain, straightforward English.  Fish balls!!!

To a Filipina who likes her street food grilled or fried to a crisp, this tasted like any uncooked fish ball or squid ball sans the sweet and sour dipping sauce.  In its place, however, was a really good cream sauce.  Then again, this wasn't just any Quiapo side street.  This was also my first time to try une quenelle and like everything French, it will take a little getting used to.  Too bad they didn't offer escargots, I used to consume snails cooked in coconut milk with my father like nobody's business.

So finally, the third and my favorite course, dessert.  I ordered the Floating Island.  I forgot what was in it but the sauce was creamy, sweet heaven; the golden threads on top were caramelized sugar and the two round things in the middle resembling quenelles were meringue-like concoctions that were interestingly good with the first several bites but got too much after that.

 My friend chose an apricot and pistachio sorbet creation.  Of course I didn't like it.  Apricots are much too tart for my taste.

 

I'm thinking my parents would really appreciate this nice place if only for the ambiance and the resplendent flower arrangements in every corner.  I'm not sure French cuisine mashes well with Filipino palates but it's always worth a try.  Prix fixe pre-theater three-course dinner is $60 per person.

Fly Away on My Zephyr

How romantic would it be to travel cross-country on a scenic train ride?  I have just read a piece on the NY Times about traveling by train from Chicago to San Francisco on board the California Zephyr.  Jeez, even the name is romantic.  How often do I use the word zephyr?  Uh, only when I'm singing Red Hot Chili Peppers.

In my excitement about 3 months of an East Coast summer, I've never planned an actual getaway that would require me to be away for more than two days.  I've mentioned "train-ing" to my favorite travel companion and he would like to try it himself.

Parallels: Flower Markets

It was one of those Sundays when I was itching to buy myself flowers, harry potted or otherwise.  The heavy rains didn't stop me from going to the Flower District on W 28th St. between Avenue of the Americas and 7th Avenue.  

This reminded me of Dangwa in Sampaloc, Manila where I used to pass by everyday when I was in college because the university was one block away.  Needless to say by Lady Cheapskate, Dangwa was still so much cheaper and the flowers were more in abundance, overflowing in the streets that it was impossible to walk around during the holidays.

The visuals just left me in awe.  Rows and rows of potted or cut hydrangeas, sweet peas, daisies, orchids, tulips and other humongous ferny things.  Some were silk flowers but you wouldn't know the difference just by looking at them.

Wouldn't it be nice to visit all the flower markets in the world?  Hmm, lovely, lovely thought.  Better than visiting the Chinatown of every city you visit, even in Beijing or Shanghai.

Trekking All The Way to Pinatubo

So we just did Pinatubo and it did us right back with the rain and the cold and my brain all rattled up and misplaced with the 4x4 ride up the volcano.

Got up at an ungodly hour of 2am so we could make it for the 3am call time. Wtf? But it turned out to be a good idea (pat on the back, Russell!) since I can be such a slowpoke when I'm not comfortable. We reached the summit and the surreal crater lake at 930am and had 3 hours of staring at it and dipping my screaming pink-pedicured footsies in the surprisingly warm water.

Traveled on the 4x4 with Kai, Russell and Chinese AIM student Dan, Manong driver and Manong helper, who had the greatest seat in front of the truck.

No man's land

You can tell who the most experienced climber is. Me!!!

The road to redemption looks just like this.

A great no-no in travel photography. I just ruined the view, sorry.

All's Fair

I was at the Hell's Kitchen street fair last Sunday and they had closed 46-55th Streets along 9th Ave. and lined them up with stalls of food, ugly clothes and fake jewelry.  I was sorely tempted to buy French crepes again but the problem with street fairs is that there's not much seats to sit at. 

I had $7 in cash so I had to content myself with a $3 beef empanada, which was not even as big as my fist, and $1 Thai vegetable spring roll that was all Phyllo dough.  Both were not even close to being mediocre but who am I to complain?  I had $7 to burn.  Big spender. 

These two cuties made my day, though. 

In Living Color

I just saw Catch Me If You Can on Broadway.  Getting free tickets from work is awesome but it was like watching Mamma Mia all over again.  I was by myself, laughing and enjoying it but wishing my mom was with me.  She likes all these cultural stuff and my dad just tags along most of the time.  I got my ticket really late, 30 minutes before the 7pm show, and I couldn't even call Neruda or Alexandra to see it with me.

I've seen the movie starring Leo di Caprio and Tom Hanks so I knew the story.  Aaron Tveit, the guy who played Frank Abagnale, Jr. on Broadway, is one hot beefcake.  I'm sorry but Leo doesn't excite me.

I liked this musical.  It's because part of the story is about the  prestige of   flying decades ago and how he tricked people into thinking he's a commercial pilot.  It's the idea that you can be who you want to be.  It's because the last musical that I saw (American Idiot) got me so turned off with the dark, sex, drugs and rock & roll theme that I'm just so ecstatic to see beautiful people dancing angst-free onstage.

The Mama Monster with her Babies

It was Good Friday and the Monster Ball concert was about to take place in Ugly Town Newark, New Jersey.  The Prudential Center was littered with young girls wearing neon tutus, teenagers wearing skirts that covered their belly buttons and grandmamas wearing what they would've worn had Lady Gaga been popular 60 million years ago.

I definitely saw why gays love Gaga.  She supports a charity aiming to help homeless gay youth who were turned out of their homes precisely because they declared themselves gay.  Dozens of her fans kept throwing stuffed toys onstage as presents.

This was me trying to capture the Mother Monster performing onstage but the adrenaline rush of dancing to her music was overwhelming.  At least we could still hear the music, right?

Mood Boards in Chelsea

I had arrived in Chelsea an hour early for my hair appointment and it was just my luck that it was raining on me like it was pouring on Jonah inside the whale.  I don't even know what that means but I imagine Jonah must be drenched sitting inside a whale for three days and three nights.  Can you imagine the smell? 

Hello, Shorty!

I had applied months ago for a free haircut at Bumble and bumble in the Meatpacking District but they had a model call that I couldn't go to, so the beauty school in NJ was the next best thing.  Then I got an email from Bumble a few days ago inviting me to a razor bob class.  Yey, I'm scared.  Why do they suddenly have openings for this specific cut?

I met Gaby, who lives in Dallas and is of Mexican descent.  The people from Bumble and bumble made sure we understood that the stylists are all working professionals and not students just finishing beauty school.  I guess they saw my face of dread and anxiety.  The razor bob is so much shorter than what I'm used to.

American Idiot

I am a gay man trapped in a straight woman's body.  I love Broadway musicals.  Mamma Mia and Phantom of the Opera blew me away and kept me humming Abba and the dreadful Phantom organ solo for days. I haven't been to see another musical in a few years so I was excited when a friend invited me to see one.  I decided on American Idiot, a play based on the music of Green Day.

I didn't like it.  I used to be as punk as these kids but I could barely hide my impatience throughout the show.  The actors had their eyes half-closed in mock high on sex, drugs and rock and roll.  The story was a mess, the choreography was repetitive.  Anybody can act like they're all over the place.  I was yawning too much for something that I should be enjoying.  When the audience started giving them a standing ovation, I was thinking, "Really?  A standing ovation for this hot mess?"

Then again, maybe what I'm impatient about are these spoiled American brats wasting their life away when a lot of Third World kids are either dying of hunger for food or education.  I'm getting old but the punk in me is not dead yet.

Sunday Brunch

I went back to Portofino for that curiously tasty clams oreganata.  I'm so in love with the breading and herbs on top of it, it's not even funny.  At $8.50 for 6 shells of medium-sized clams, I really didn't want to laugh but when I was eating it, I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face.

Portofino has brunch buffet for $20 on the weekends but the baked clams and pasta with white clam sauce weren't included in the buffet line so a la carte it was.