Marie's Crisis

Just what you wanted to hear - noisy unintelligible drunken musical theatre songs. Little Orphan Annie, please note the shout out from Mr. Artsy Hotpants; we were thinking of you and missing you.

It was a very odd night at Marie's Crisis, with an unusal abundance of straight people who were quite rude and talking very loudly while people were singing solos. If you want to sing musical theatre, go to Marie's Crisis; if you want to talk, go somewhere else.

Despite the somewhat rude crowd, Mr. Artsy Hotpants and I had a really great night. The piano player flirted with him all night and we sang and drank until 3am. We saw a guy who was from our hometown, who MAH recognized (I lost the bet that he was from our hometown and now must cook MAH dinner) and it turns out that I knew his sister from a community theatre production of Annie we did together 14 or 15 years ago (she was of course something like 9 years old at the time). New York is so often much smaller than it seems.