Nothing like a great dinner with a great friend (or better yet a great man). Add a good show into the mix and you've got a standing ovation on your hands. And let me say that I've been lucky enough to stand up and applaud three times over the past week.
First up was the surprisingly unmaudlin "Spaulding Gray: Stories Left To Tell," accompanied by a great pal and a late supper of garlicky Cavatelli and Broccoli at Po.
Second was taking in August Wilson's final work "Radio Golf" with a former colleague, followed by a wee Mint Julep, a shared platter of melt-in-your-mouth Hush Puppies and finger-lickin' Barbecued Chicken at Virgil's.
Rounding out my performing arts excursions was an evening of Margaritas, Mexican fare and seductive dance, in the form of a little Upper West Side snacking at Rancho before catching Flamenco Pa' Dos at Symphony Space.
My companion for the evening? Let's just say that he was a man that not only appreciated the fine music and movement - but appreciated me too. (Not that the latter is hard to do!)
With that said, let's close the curtain and enjoy a brief intermission. Jujubes are optional.
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