It was fine, thanks for asking.
It’s kind of crazy, seeing this ridiculous thing on Broadway. I sat there for the whole show grinning from ear to ear… How in the hell did this thing end up on Broadway… Look, the show is great, it totally deserves to be there, but it’s really baffling.
The show is fantastic. The cast is fantastic, the music is fantastic, the director did a fantastic job… There isn’t a wasted moment on stage, it all just works. It’s the best production of this show i’ve ever seen. I couldn’t be happier.
Anyway, the trip itself sucked ass.
Holiday Inn on West 57th… You suck. Fuck you. When the temperature is above 20 degrees outside, turn the air conditioning on. Every time I walked through the lobby, someone was complaining about how hot their room was. I didn’t get a decent nights sleep. Look, I hate the heat, I admit it… I’m probably overly sensitive. But when people step into your hotel room and say, “holy fuck, this is unbearably hot!” you know it’s not just you.
And when I go to you, the desk clerk, to complain about the heat, don’t tell me, “you think it’s bad, imagine working here”… I don’t want to hear that. I want to hear, “I’m sorry, here’s a refund… and a FAN.”
So, I checked out a day early, and my friend Jack and I rented a car and drove home… That actually turned out to be the best part of the trip. NY State is stunning… And the car came with a satellite radio… I’m totally buying one.
So there. That’s my trip. Other stuff has happened in the last couple days that I would write about, like my stupid interview with Andy Barrie on Metro Morning (they called me the Pete Best of the Drowsy Chaperone and tried to get me to confess to being bitter: “What’s it like being Squeezed out of the show”)… But I just want to let it all go.
The show was good, the trip sucked. I’ll go back down in a month to actually spend some time in NY and meet the cast and the crew without all the crazy hub-bub of opening night.
But I won’t stay at the Holiday Inn on West 57th, because they suck cock.