Dear Dallas, I’m back. Thank you for welcoming me home with icy grounds and a giant traffic jam on my way to work. One-armed side hugs, Liz. Thanks to Iris for pinch-hitting so I could gallivant elsewhere for a few days.
Do you want to hear two people argue in a sort of intense dark way surrounded by music? Stand on the Canal Street subway platform at one in the morning with me, my best friend Pam, and some sort of troubadour. Or go see Old, at the Ochre House, which I’m recommending for a Wednesday evening since that theater is small–40 seats, give or take–and if you like your personal space avoiding the weekends is the better call. Matthew Posey’s latest draws inspiration from Shut Up, Little Man!, the true-life audio recordings of argumentative alcoholics Raymond and Pete. Our critic, Lindsey Wilson, reviewed the Vaudeville-inspired show for us over on FrontRow, saying that while some bits are hit or miss, there’s still something there worth checking out for yourself.
As an aside, as soon as my plane landed yesterday, my brain, my heart, and my heart started singing tacos, tacos, tacos. The Meridian Room’s tacos are not the best tacos in the world. But they are still meats in corn tortilla, and so close to the Ochre House, it’d be ridiculous not to grab dinner and drinks there first.
Also tonight, there’s a free .gif workshop at the Goss-Michael Foundation. I kid you not. It’s both funny, and awesome. The class will be taught by Chicago artist Alfredo Salazar-Caro, who curated a coordinated “.gif/video bomb” of institutions such as the Tate Modern in London. He’ll give a history of the .gif and then teach you how to make and spread your own, like a hilarious or cute disease. Feel free to bring a laptop to follow along. I would imagine that you will emerge fully qualified to work for BuzzFeed Sports.
For more to do tonight, please go here.