Last night I had what is probably the ideal UCB night at the UCB. I saw Brent Sullivan’s absolutely brilliant and hilarious “Profiles in Cowardice” and the equally hysterically funny “The Honeymen: A Salute to Honey”. I drank two glasses of red wine. I caught up with old pals at the theater. I…
It’s true. I was with Meghan and she was very angry about the holes. I didn’t see the holes myself. Mostly because, if a woman tells you she has holes in her pants by her butt, it seems weird to blurt out, “Let me see!”
We have been planning to replace the seats at UCB for the past 2 years, but through reasons outside of our control, those plans fell through. This year, however, the seats will be replaced at the Chelsea location. (Probably sometime in December.)
This makes me glad to hear. People - especially, for some reason, old men - tear their pants or get cut on those seats frequently. It’s really disconcerting.