Little Shop of Horrors @ Westside Theatre…

Yesterday, Darce and I flew down the coast from Boston to New York for the night to go and see a show. The way you do.

We took a little plane - and what turned out to be a rather bumpy ride (remind me never to take that flight again!) - into LaGuardia airport. Great views of Manhattan as we landed though. 

Our hotel was on 34th Street so we popped into Jack Doyle’s for a drink or two first of all, and then headed to the rooftop garden of our hotel for a follow-up cocktail. 

The heat was a blistering 38°C though so we didn’t stay long outside for long. 

A little later we met up with the gorgeous Ed & Abby who very kindly bought us pre-theatre dinner before the show which was so nice of them. Lucky me, Stuart and I will be seeing Abby again in London next month so we can return the favour. 

Little Show of Horrors was fab. As expected. Stuart and I had seen the same production there a year or two back. And it was great that Billy & Matt surprised us by booking the same show with seats next to ours. 

After the show Billy, Matt, Darce & I went for more cocktails across the way and then on to a gay cowboy bar Blazing Saddles for some cowboy bar dancing, some $1 bill stuffing, and numerous night caps. 

Darce & I then got a takeaway after that and were back at the hotel by midnight.   

I was wired though by the three espresso martinis I’d had so was still wide awake at 2am! 

Today we are getting the Amtrak back up the coast. I hope they have air con! 

A lovely day-trip to the Big Apple. 

Fenway Park…

Yesterday Ethan, Darce, and I took a tour of the Red Sox baseball ground - Fenway Park.

Since 1912, fans have been pouring into Fenway Park like it’s the hottest party in Boston - and let’s be honest, sometimes it actually is. The day we went it was a scorching 33°C. 

Affectionately (and humbly) called “America’s Most Beloved Ballpark,” Fenway has been the stomping ground of Red Sox legends like Williams, Yaz, Fisk, Rice, and Pedro - basically a baseball Mount Rushmore but with better batting averages.

We climbed up to the top of the stadium to admire the views. And then sat on the Green Monster - yes, it’s really 37 feet 2 inches tall, because apparently 37 feet just wasn’t enough - to enjoy the best left-field panorama in the game.

Our expert tour guide (along with Ethan’s whispered tidbits of knowledge as a long-term fan) walked us through the iconic halls & walls, told us of unforgettable moments, and shared the losses - all with typical Bostonian self-deprecating humour. 

And I bought another cap - a Red Box one. Sorry Ed! Sorry Stuart!

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Provincetown…

Yesterday I took a ferry across Cape Cod Bay over to Provincetown to dance around in the sunshine with a buzzing LGBTQ+ crowd and chat to many a smiling stranger at the iconic Sunday Boat-slip Tea Dance. The sun was out. 🌞 The guns were out. 💪 I even got chatted up! 😉 

It was fabulous, bringing back fond memories of being there with the boys a while back and also with my sister a few years ago. 

Then I made a hop and gay skip up the road to another great PTown institution - The Crown and Anchor - to watch our favourite drag queen Dina Martina’s summer show. 

DM was hilarious. I had tears of laughter flooding down my face. Mispronunciation on a Dickensian scale, she told surreal stories, and murdered the classics; Big Country, Martika, The Cure, John Paul Young, Kenny G, and a New Order medley all got her unique treatment. 

A wonderful day out.