I'm so behind on my blogging, thanks to the run-up to Christmas, computerless trips to London and South Jersey, Christmas itself, and general ennui. But I've got a brand new MacBook Pro to work on and a mug of hot decaf, so let's get going.
Before Tony and I left for London, Bob picked up my old laptop and this new one on the way to his office, so he could transfer all of my shit over while I was gone. He dropped them both off yesterday morning. How's that for service? While he was on the subway, I walked up to Doughnut Plant on 23rd Street to get a half dozen doughnuts for him to take back to Park Slope. And I had to get myself one while I was there. I chose a Gingerbread and on the walk home mentally kicked myself for not getting a Triple Chocolate Mint. Now I'm going to want to stop there again by the end of the month to try that other special holiday flavor.
Last night, Tony, Eugene, and I caught The Oldest Boy at Lincoln Center. Seeing this play was a no-brainer for me, even though it wasn't terribly well reviewed. The actress playing the Mother is Celia Keenan-Bolger, my favorite Broadway star. I've loved her award-worthy performances ever since Pat, Ken, and I took in her Tony-nominated turn as Olive Ostrovsky in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee back in December 2005, in the fourth month of writing this blog.
And the three of us all really enjoyed TOB. CK-B was terrific as Mother, as I'd expected. The production was wonderfully staged, with both interludes of Tibetan-style dancing and events integral to the plot taking place at times in a recessed area behind the main stage. The title character came to life through a puppet moved by three actors, one of whom, Ernest Abuba, provided the voice.
I really liked the love story between Mother and Father and the story about how Mother's literature teacher died, in parallel to the experience of the Lama, whose teacher died and has become reincarnated as Mother and Father's 3-year-old boy.
I wasn't thrilled with the text of the play's acknowledgement that it was a play, but Tony made a case for why it was essential to the resolution of the story. He enjoyed the moments about academia; Mother was an adjunct professor, and she never found a mentor to replace her teacher who died.
We stuck around afterward so I could get CK-B's autograph; she was as sweet and self-effacing as I'd remembered her being after Peter and the Star Catcher. I also got James Yaegashi's autograph. He played Father, a role some critics said was underwritten; I didn't find it to be so.
I enjoyed my Nantucket bay scallops, which came with sunchoke purée and Brussels sprout leaves, but I thought the portion was rather small for the price. Management must have thought so too, because we were comped a side of green beans for the table.
Here are E&T posing for me as we were drinking our after-dinner coffee: