...Grandpa Crush

John Getz (the gentleman to the left) is currently performing in an Off-Broadway play at New York Theatre Workshop. And I spent nearly the entire play trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. Wasn't until the after party with the cast that someone pointed out that he was in Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead. Mind you, he has been on Broadway in Madame Butterfly, in films like Born on the Fourth of July, and on TV in West Wing, but I only know him from the 1991 Christina Applegate charmer pictured above.

Regardless, the man formerly known as Gus in DTMTBD, has aged quite well and I fully admit to having a grandpa crush on him. We all assumed he was in his early 50s--I looked him up on IMDB.com in the cab home and realized that he's 64. Either my taste in men is changing as I near that next decade of my life, or he has gotten hotter with every passing year. I pray it's the latter--not sure how I could introduce my parents to my boyfriend who is a whole generation above them. Awwwwk-waaaaard!

The play itself was quite good, if you are a fan of the freedom of the press and the fight to preserve it. Watch the promo video!

...Pleather Fail

I regretfully inform my loyal readers that the pleather pants produced zero amounts of adventure. Instead, they added to my hatred of hipsters because apparently those are the only people who go out in the East Village these days. And let me tell you, they sure DON'T appreciate the wonders of pleather pants.

I shall not give up on my pleather-driven adventures, but need to look for better venues in which to show them off.

Side note--this is the first sunny day in NYC in ages, which is lining up for a drunktastic St. Patrick's Day tomorrow. I feel like the blog will be blowing up as I follow the Rainbow all over midtown. First stop--green beer at Angus McIndoe.