Japey Goes Underground and Plies You with Alcohol
Please Check Your Pistol: A view of Lively Productions’ cozy performance venue, the surprisingly un-catacomb-like Under St. Mark’s. Sign by Krylon Tough Coat acrylic enamel spray paint. Trash cans by Rubbermaid.
As if two dimensions weren’t more than you can handle, you can now enjoy Japey and, as our president would say, a whole host of other bloggers, in a full three dimensions—that’s length, width, and height. When? Where? Why? How? Oh, rly? Yes. Lively Productions, an antonymic subsidiary of Inanimate Productions, “proudly” presents their latest installment of Blogologues®, titled “Blogologues Technoganza: Like a LOLcat Watching Itself on YouTube,” on Thursdays through Saturdays from August 16–25 at Under St. Mark’s—located, one assumes, beneath St. Mark’s proper—at 94 St. Mark’s Place in New York City. Japey’s contribution, a nostalgic screed about how much better things used to be, officially propels him into the ranks of old men who sound like they have busfuls of kids on their lawn.
Tickets are $18 and include, as always, a “free” beer. However, if you want to make it a truly authentic Big Apple experience, pretend like you’re paying $18 for a beer, and that the entertainment is free. Just like on a subway platform. Or a subway. Just remember—gas, grass, cash, or MetroCard: no one rides for free. Unless you jump the turnstile.
You can read more about the production here. And order tickets here. And convert yen to shekels here.
Can we get a refund on the tickets and keep the beer?
Just teasing. Congratulations.
Well, as the t-shirt goes, one only “rents” beer, doesn’t one? Or more than one, if you have a drinking problem?
We don’t have this. London sucks.
Yes, but you have the Summer Olympics, and … Oh. Right. Well, at least you have the original London Bridge, and … Oh. Right. I’ll stop now.
I wondered what prompted you to post again so soon – shameless self promotion. I so admire that.
I’m delighted to see that the Crabby Old Fart is apparently still among the living, although his blog is deader than a doornail.
This is all code for I’M SO JEALOUS!!!! Congrats! If I lived anywhere nearby I’d be lining up to pay $18 for that beer.
How dare you speak ill of doornails.
As I typed that I started wondering about the origins of the expression and was about to go off and Google it, but I managed to capture my wandering attention (deficit) and finish the comment. So this counts as a good day.
It’s nice to see that New York is finally getting some nightlife.
I am absolutely bound and determined to turn New York into the Iowa of the Northeast.