After the initial wave of indulgence had passed...

Another wave arrived...


In the form of Josh Miller, who wandered into the E. Village ex-hookah bar where I was drinking Lebanese blanc de blanc...

And whisked me away, in his private car, to Marie's Crisis!

Have you been there?

When Irony waved his cold gloved velveted hands over the City, he somehow missed Marie's...

(maybe because it's in the basement?)

Marie's is where all the musical theater fanatics go... to sing the scotre to Jesus Christ Superstar... over and over...

And boy howdy, do they MEAN IT.

After that, we climbed back into the private car and Joe, our superfantastic driver, brought me back to the penthouse (yes, I know it's only one word!).

On the way he told me all about what Janet Jackson did in the backseat, and about how nice Usher is...

For REAL!