Showing posts with label Ryan Idol. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 02, 2007

The Big Apple, Part the Second.

In which I meet a porn star and a little mermaid.

Ah, New York. It was cold and crisp weather as I ventured out to Starbuck's after sleeping late. I headed directly to the subway once again and got off at 50th St. As planned, I stopped in at Colony Records, where I browsed for about a half hour, then down into the theatre district. When I arrived at Times Square, it was almost lunchtime, so I decided it was time for my hot pastrami on rye at the Roxy Deli. While it was delicious, every bite had my abdominal pain acting up. I called the doctor's office to find out the results of my scan from Monday. According to my doctor's nurse, the results were fairly normal, but doctor suggested I go to a surgeon next week, since my symptoms had been so long-lasting and getting worse. The surgeon he suggested is the same guy who did my mom's colon surgery years ago, and she loved him, so that's on my agenda for next week.

On to several stores: One Shubert Alley, the Drama Book Shop, and various others. I picked up a few small items to give as Christmas gifts. Finally, around 2:45, I got in line at the tkts booth, temporarily located at the Marriott Marquis. I decided to see The Ritz, which is playing at Studio 54. I was done by 3:05, ticket in hand, for only $45. I returned to the Y and laid down to take a nap. God, I was feeling old.

When I awoke, I had plenty of time to shower and get ready, then I headed to 54th St. There was a nice bar right near Studio 54, so I stopped there for a cocktail. Then to the theatre.

The Ritz was delightful and funny. it is a revival of a Terrence McNally play from the 70's. There was a movie version, which I recall seeing years ago somewhere on cable, and it was great fun. It's a farce set in a gay bathhouse-- remember those? The main character is Proclo, a straight, Italian, middle-aged man running from his vengeful brother-in-law, who promised his dying father he would kill Proclo. Proclo is hiding out in the bathhouse and madcap zaniness ensues. Rosie Perez plays Googie Gomez, the "entertainer" at the bathhouse. The role of Googie was created for Rita Moreno. Rosie was brilliant... her tour de farce performance that closed act one was phenomenal and side-splittingly funny. All the performers were top-notch, and the director was Joe Mantello, who also directed McNally's Love! Valour! Compassion! (on stage and film) and Wicked. One of the bit players in the cast is Ryan Idol, who found great success in the 80's as a gay porn star. He spends the entire show, as a patron of the bathhouse, wearing only a small towel. He did a very nice job. I felt particularly proud to see him in a Broadway show, as I have had sex with him (via video and in my mind) thousands of times.

After the show, there was an impromptu auction for Broadway Cares / Equity Fights AIDS. They auctioned off Ryan's towel to the highest bidder. They made $800! It was so fun. On a high, I made my way to the exit of the theatre, where I saw a sign: "Gay & Lesbian Event Tonight. Please Join Us at The Ritz, 369 W. 46th St. Bring Your Ticket Stub for Entry." I was intrigued. Off I went. The Ritz is a gay bar on restaurant row, just down the street from Joe Allen. I arrived there to find that my ticket stub gained me access to a special party upstairs, with FREE DRINKS! All Absolut drinks, beer, wine and pop were FREE! I was delighted. As I sipped my third drink (an Appletini), suddenly I spied him-- Ryan Idol. He had come to this event! I was standing on a short stairway and he approached. I touched his (firm and solid) bicep and said, "The show was great. You were great." "Thank you so much. That means a lot." "And thank you for the years of pleasure you gave me." He leaned in and hugged me, then went on his way.

Still on a high from the booze and meeting Ryan, I went outside to have a cigarette. I met three wild young girls from Manhattan who all went to the Boston Conservatory and came to NYC to "make it." They were about 23 years old but very funny... The Ritz is one of their favorite hangouts. They latched onto me, and we had lots of laughs. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was this small young lady and they all went wild. It was Chelsea, another one of their group, and this one is understudying Ariel in the about-to-open The Little Mermaid on Broadway. She was squealing with excitement because she had just gotten the call that the stagehand strike was over. They all cheered and carried on. It was so thrilling. I hung with them a bit, then went on my way... back to my room and to call Michael.

On the way, I caught sight of the Lincoln Center Christmas tree and ran to my room to get my camera. Isn't it beautiful?


Next up.... Part the Third, In Which I Make a Choice.







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