12:34pm
Phew, good afternoon, Diary! Slept late and woke up late and missed my spa appointment, for shame! But I needed the rest following an eventful night. High-quality bachata dancing, followed by avocado toast at a diner with a guy named Andrew, who is the spitting image of Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys. He seems nice enough, but obviously there’s no future with him, since he lives across the country. Regardless, he’s a good person to know in this city.
Today’s matcha of the day is… drumroll please… BLUEBERRY! Be right back, let me pick it up and take the first sip then try to describe it in words!
Hm. I was expecting something totally different! Search as my tastebuds did, it could not scavenge the blueberry / ubé flavor beneath the creamy oatiness It just tastes like a syrupy matcha latte. Ah, the tyranny of expectation. I had a great feeling about this drink, but it was disappointing. So much hype, little to substantiate the craze. Kind of like an underwhelming performance by a jaded artist… they know they can rest off their laurels and still get paid, so why bother trying? A waste of $7 this morning, if you ask me. Okay, it’s off to Times Square now!
5:30pm
Just stabbed myself in the middle finger with my sharp pen… ouch!
OMG Cabaret was amazing! Really a special show… dark, gritty, creepy, sobering. I was creeped out by the blown-up polaroids of the Kit Kat Club performers that lined the walls upon entering the theater. I can tell they put a lot of thought into transforming the whole space into the CABARET– even the bathroom fit the theme! Black and white stills of grim, heavy-eyeliner’ed faces, all speaking to the mature theme of Nazi Germany, death, preamble to the Holocaust, how a Nazi could be so friendly on face value, how a Jew could be so naively and dangerously optimistic, Sally Bowles and her femme-fatal tragedy, a jaded old woman who can’t afford to love, a disillusioned American author who came to Berlin with big dreams and left with a broken heart (kinda reminds me Moulin Rouge), and the Emcee, HOLY SHIT is this guy the total performer package, even though he was an understudy he absolutely murdered the role. I LOVED IT. During my sophomore year of college I was the assistant choreographer for UCLA’s HOOLIGAN Theater’s production of Cabaret. I remember the iconic numbers — Mein Herr, Two Ladies (I choreographed that one), Money Makes The World Go Round, Cabaret, and more. It’s special seeing a different rendition of the same musical you choreographed– that was trippy and cool and I’m grateful to HOOLIGAN for giving me that experience!
Now chillin’ on the rooftop of M Social Club hotel, which boasts one of the best rooftop views in New York. I just ate dinner: mac n’ cheese and sliders. (what is it with this trip and mac n’ cheese?) Saved some for leftovers. Meeting up with my friend Tal and he’s already on his way. Allow me to soak in the view.
Toodle Pip~~~ Sally Bowles
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