Good vs. Evil

Between the two of us, Jenny and I have seen a lot of crazy things in this city we call "the Big Apple" (sidenote: I always thought that nickname was pretty weird....). Not very many things can compare to the absurdity that we encountered last night.

Let me backtrack:
Because J and I have both been blessed with the ability to make friends easily we tend to meet a few new people every audition to add to our social circle. So, J made plans for us to meet up with her friend K who she met at the Hairspray call about a month ago and K's friend. We let the other ladies choose the dinner location since we don't know any restaurants yet and they have been living here a while longer. K suggests a place called Jekyll and Hyde Restaurant in the theater district. Now, J and I share the distaste of cheesy "theatrical" amusement shows and low brow dinner entertainment so we heartily discouraged the decision to go to this restaurant. We threw out several different options for good (and inexpensive) places for dinner. K insisted that we go to Jekyll and Hyde. Alright then....

We step through a pair of doors guarded by a few scarecrows and a security guard dressed to fit the general decor of the door. He "allows" us to pass and we meet a friendly man with a feather duster haphazardly placed in the collar of his suit, sticking out and looking a bit like an exploding neck goiter. We wait in a little entryway that looks a bit like the elevator in the Disneyland Haunted Mansion, only smaller, where J proceeds to distinctively outfunny the man who recieved his equity card for working in the restaurant. *This enforces the fact that having your equity card does not necessarily mean you are good- wait for more examples.

We finally "earn the right to pass" when J tells *feather-duster-goiter-man that she will have to pee on his lovely shoes if he does not let us in. So we step into a magical restaurant that looks about 3 notches above a Chucky Cheese restaurant. There are children in almost every booth except ours (and we all know how much J loves the kiddies!) and the fixtures on the wall talk to the people eating. The coolest (and sometimes worst) thing about this restaurant is that the actors who work there control the voices of the various moving statues and wall decorations and they improv lines constantly throughout the night.

The food was very good (and ended up being very expensive). Our waitress was cheerful and fun-- not an actress, surprisingly. And during the course of the night we heard a *gargoil make jokes about the Wii and ridicule some 10 year old boys and sing Kumbaya (that was hilarious actually), spoke with a wandering *gypsy who jingled when she walked, were publicly hit on by *feather-duster-goiter-man, endured an *evil scientist's boogy oogie dance, and finally, a *waiter started dancing/humping J's and K friend's chairs. ooo....... Evil.

Then we went to Starbucks and bought a cookie. mmmm...... Good.

~B