Monday, April 23, 2007

A Couple of Mortifying Nights in Two Cities

I was a Mortifed Fool last week, doing Mortified's New York show and then the next morning driving with hot comic/singer/actress/burlesque Mama Miss Jenn Wehrung for another show in Boston. That's called a "Multi City Anne" tour, and if you missed it, I'm sorry, because it was friggin' fantastic as far as Multi City Anne tours go.

Here are a few photos after the New York show at Makor. Makor was a great space in a weird place. A fancy theater semi attached with a sliding wall to a Kosher Cafe at the 92nd Street Y. Unfortunately, CUNY bought the building from the Y, and Makor and the Cafe will close. Boo! Makor will relocate to TriBeCa. We're out on the steps in this series of shots because an 94-year old Jewish woman in the cafe allegedly heard someone in the cast/group of us (Brandy Barber, DeeAnne Gorman, Law Torello and Liam McEaneany et al) say a swear word at the bar --after the sliding wall had connected the two spaces and the show had already wrapped, mind you--and she complained about it. So, we were kicked out. Whatever, the place was closing anyway, and we were lit because the bartender was very generous because they needed to liquidate their stock anyway. What'd we do next? Hang around on the steps outside like the delinquents we are when suddenly Throw Momma From the Train's wheelchair rolled out the side door, down one ramp, down the other ramp, and took a left down the sidewalk. As she was pushed by us she sqwaked, (imagine the squeak squeak squeak from the tricycle on Saw 1, 2, 3 and beyond) "Watch your language!" Oh, the Upper West Side. You gotta hate it.

The manager guy going up the steps had just said something to the effect of "Get the hell out of here. Now. The cops have been called."

We don't seem to be in too much of a hurry. We're just "waiting on a cop."

Still, pretty leisurely hanging around.


Right after Throw Momma From the Train ripped us new ones. Again. We left when we felt like it; right before the cops came, I suppose.


And here's a photo of marquis at the Paradise Lounge, the only one I snapped before my battery died:

The people in line were actually there for a rock n' roll show also at the Paradise that night, but you don't know that. Oh, well, now you do. Whatevs. Mortified was sold out and standing room only, baby. So suck it. Did I mention that I'm in the book? Right. Next Mortified Boston show: not until Fall, they're off for a wicked good summah vacation! Yah!

3 comments:

Matt Sears said...

a.) I find it hard to believe that any of you would curse. Especially in the presence of alcohol.

b.) A more apt nickname would be Mrs. Deagle, the evil banker from 'Gremlins' who is rocketed into a tree on her stair-climbing chair.

anne altman said...

or the hag from goonies. she didn't look unlike that broad.

newbluebaby said...

Mrs. Fratelli?


Mortified was a... ahem.. wicked funny show.