Showing posts with label Central Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Central Park. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2015

He Don't Even Know - Central Park Daddy

This is "Edward"
I call him my 
Central Park Daddy
because that's where I met him,
and he is daddylicious.
My favorite thing about Edward
is when he tries to use his authoritarian voice
to try to order me to work out with him in the park.
I giggle and agree to go,
but only to take pictures.
When we get home from the park,
we soak in a salty bath and
look at the pictures I took!
Then, we do stuff that we probably shouldn't photograph...



Friday, October 23, 2015

Getting Out - When Cities Collide


Today, I actually made it to Central Park!  For the past 5 or 6 visits, I'd forgo the park for the High Line on my one full day to explore the outdoors. It was a fine time, although, I didn't actually venture anywhere in the park that I hadn't been before.
New to me, though, was a group of hunky street performers who entertained the crowds by forever teasing a really cool jump over five men.  They cleaned up!  I also enjoyed the leaves turning autumn colors. 

This evening I saw AN AMERICAN IN PARIS
This was a great dance show!  I don't remember the movie as well as I'd like, but it felt like the stage show changed the story some and added some more plot.  I really enjoyed all aspects of the show, including the great use of projections.  So many shows have gone to using projections to scrimp on a set, but here it was integrated into the show and felt anything but cheap.  I haven't seen such great use of projections since SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE (2008).
I was also struck by the Gershwin tune that hit close to home and seems to have more meaning as the years pass; The Man I Love.  These lyrics were probably the earliest strands of DNA for this blog.

Some day he'll come along,
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong,
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay.

He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand;
And in a little while,
He'll take my hand;
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not;
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I'll never roam,
Who would - would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love.
George & Ira Hershwin were probably drinking Campari & Soda when they wrote that one.

After the show, instead of going to bed, as I am wont to do, I decided to abide by my Getting Out rule and met my friend Gerald (with a hard G) at Barracuda in Chelsea.  I am so glad I did! We ran into so many L.A. & N.Y. friends that both of us hadn't seen in a long time!  First I ran into actor/director/inspiration, Jack, then caught up with Gerald.  Then, in walks Harley & Jonathan whom I used to see in L.A.  and whom Gerald hasn't seen in forever.  We got so excited we had to take a pic!
After the pic, playwright/director Del Shores saunters up to us for a "hello."  Also, the music was uncommonly good and the Campari & soda was strong!  I was having such a great time!  The only reason I left was to come blog about it!  Getting out tonight was an "f"ing blast!

Note: So the music was fantastic and I was doing these hot & sexy pelvic rolls and thrusts that were really me stretching out my lower back.  Ah, to be a Gay of A Certain Age...