I Love You, You're Perfect, Let's Armwrestle

 I just returned home from seeing the off-Broadway play "I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change." How true it all is. A must see. I really enjoyed this simple show. I have wanted to see it for years.  I  am not a Broadway play person, I fall sound asleep during big fancy productions like the Lion King or Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. [A sure cure for my insomnia, although an expensive one.]  Many people (like my mother) love Broadway shows and would never nod off  during one.

Here is a Guide Review -"I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change"  is the hilarious musical comedy by Joe DiPietro and Jimmy Roberts in its 8th year at the Westside Theatre.  The talented 4 actors play a wide variety of characters in male/female relationships. The trials and tribulations of being single, dating, marriage, loss, and heartbreak are cleverly explored in this musical. I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change addresses everything in the relationship process that you have ever secretly thought about. Some of their satire includes what it means to be a part of the crazed, hopeless single scene; Cold feet and the pre-wedding realization; The in-laws; The 30 years of marriage…etc."

Not only did I stay completely awake during this performance, Joe and I laughed and  laughed and clapped. 

After the play,  Joe and I gravitated to a the first bar we could find.  Then things began to get a  little wild.  My energy levels were extremely high because I had not gone to the gym in a few days. I  quickly turned  into the Tasmanian Devil.

I asked him if he wanted to armwrestle me. What? Are you crazy? Come on, Joe, are you afraid you are going to go down?

He is about 3 times my weight, just from his body weight alone, he pinned me in a heartbeat. We went at it again. Same result.  After the matches, the owner gave us free drinks, I suppose for my effort the entertainment value.  Janet told me my arms were starting to look like watermelons and her comment made me very self conscious. I have been wearing shirts with sleeves lately. "Watermelon Arms" keeps running through my mind. Maybe I should become a marathon runner.

 

Prior the the play, we were hanging out in Chinatown.  On the way up from Canal Street to Times Square we took the subway because it was rush hour and that is the only way to get around quickly. Some strange guy was playing the guitar and singing the Pink Floyd song "Time" over and over and over again. It was the worst Pink Floyd cover that I had ever heard in my life. People on the subway rarely talk to one another except in this case some European guy had to tell me how this sucked. I agreed. Every one near him put their personal music head phones on. This odd singer turned the Pink Floyd song into a 9/11 song by the way. It was pretty creepy. When the train finally came, I felt like I was being rescued and dove into the first car that opened. As the train pulled away, I heard him begin the song again from the beginning.

Just another interesting Manhattan day.