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29 March 2008 @ 02:47 pm
Back in DC  
We spent yesterday afternoon in Greenwich Village and Downtown Manhattan. We saw the Stonewall Memorial and the World Trade Center site. I got very emotional while visiting the Tribute Center. They actually have one of the WTC victim's death certificate on display. As well as some artifacts recovered from Ground Zero. It got me all choked up. After lunch, we head back to Washington D.C. thatgaykid took nee_chan and I to a latin gay club called "Fuego". He got totally wasted.

So now we are gonna head downtown DC to look at the Cherry Blossoms. The National Cherry Blossom Festival starts today, so we are gonna check it out. Then later tonight we're going to another club. Tomorrow Nee and I are heading home. Driving straight through. We should be back in Whitewater by 1 a.m. Monday morning. She's got class at 8:50 a.m. on Monday.

It's been a good trip. Seen a lot of great stuff. Definitely want to go back to New York. Didn't get to see the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. It just gives me another excuse to visit New York again! ^^

EDIT: Some one on IMDB posted a uniquely written account of Randy Harrison's performance, and the play itself, the night we saw Antony & Cleopatra.

The thrust-stage in the Duke theatre is a low square platform, with seats around three sides. I am sitting in the first row, right in the middle of "stage left", i.e., on the right side of the house from the audience's vantage point. Antony and his followers enter, Randy carrying a big cushion.

He is barefoot and and his buff-coloured pants are rolled up to his knees. He lays the cushion on the floor and reclines on it, about 5 feet away from me, cavorting with Cleopatra's attendants. The soft cotton pants are loose and, depending how he moves, cling enchantingly to his anatomy. His really lovely feet and softly flossed legs point towards me.

In this full-lit production, his hair is golden; not light brown or yellow, but a deep, true gold. He has not shaved today, and I am not even sure he has shampooed: heartbreaking sexy scruffiness.

The rôle of Eros, which Randy is playing, has nothing to do with Cupid, the godling of love; it is just the name of one of Marc-Antony's attendants. He has two or three short dialogues with Antony, including a very good and symbolic Death Scene in which, love having failed, first Eros, then Antony, fall on their swords; but it is not a long or leading part. Mostly it calls for Eros to listen to and react to what is happening to Antony. So, if you are there chiefly to look at Randy, you will have plenty of him on stage, being facially-expressive.

It is a play full of tensions: among the Romans; between the Romans and the Egyptians; among the baffled, powerless Egyptians and, of course, between the lovers. All these tensions need dramatic witnesses, a mostly mute Greek Chorus, with a few words every so often. So I could happily keep my eyes on the Celestial Body most of the time.

The Romans wear buff-coloured, cotton Bengal Lancers-like uniforms in this production (East meets West, n'est-ce pas?) so you get to see Randy in a pith helmet—a sight I shall not soon forget!

At one point Cleopatra's slaves dance a bacchanale, with Antony's Romans going down to the house floor and leaning on the stage, as if it were a tavern table, stamping the rhythm of the music on the stage itself. At that moment Randy was kneeling right next to me, beating the stage floor with his open hand. I could smell the blended scents of his cotton clothes and body perfectly.

He then went up on stage to do a merengue-like dance with one of Cleopatra's attendants, a very pretty young Asian actress with whom he is paired on several occasions along the evening. They looked very cute together and, with his Bengal-lancers uniform, I half expected them to break into the Love Duet from Delibes' Lakmé, C'est le dieu de la jeunesse...

Other than Randy's radiance and the extremely pretty guy who played Octavian, this was 100% Off-Broadway Shakespeare: no great shakes. The New Zealand Antony was rather good, in that Drunken Celt style made so popular by the likes of Richards Burton and Harris or Peter O'Toole, whom this guy vaguely resembled. The Cleopatra has a good shape and certainly knows how to say the many fabulous lines the Bard has regaled her with, but is too old for the part. Cleo was 38 when she placed the asp into her world-famous bosom; this woman 's pushing 60 if she's a day (IMDb says 49, yeah, right!) Anyway, it's always nice to see this immense play and I enjoyed myself totally.

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