Tori and I had tickets to see Carrie Fisher's one-woman Broadway show, Wishful Drinking, based on her book of the same title. Obviously, any show with "drinking" in the title, deserves to be pre-gamed.
Blockheads on West 50th (behind New World Stages) offers $3 margaritas all. the. time. Grabbed some good Tex-Mex food... and walked to Studio 54.
We show up at like.. 7:12, thinking we'll grab our tickets and then get some PinkBerry (fro yo). And the usher tries to take our tickets, and we're all confused. The show has already started!!! For some crazy reason, despite the fact our email says 8pm, the show started at 7. We are mortified!
I've never been to Studio 54 in this life, or a previous disco-dancing one... so I did NOT expect such a HUGE space. We were up in the mezzanine and it was cavernous. So of course, we have to troop waaaaayy up to the cheap seats, and we hang our heads to show our remorse for being tardy.
The show in general? I don't think we missed much in the first 20 minutes. However, I DIED when she put on the Leia buns wig. The Hollywood Inbreeding 101 was funny, Eddie and Debbie, Eddie and Elizabeth, Eddie and 8 other wives.... Compared to JLo, this people were Olympic medalists in marriage. She dishes on everyone.... for example, George Lucas told her she couldn't wear a bra in the white Leia dress.....because there was no underwear in space.
Grade: B- Despite my Star Wars appreciation (some call it obsession), this show didn't float my boat. I applaud Carrie Fisher for using comedy to deal with her crazy past, bipolar diagnosis, and alcoholism, but the jokes seem worn. She's been touring the show long enough, that she know where the jokes are, and "throws" the sarcastic bits away. (Theater speak for whispering the biting remark after a serious statement) And if you're in the balcony, you can't hear it.
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