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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

If You've Rocked One Monday Night, You've Rocked Them All

Or I can just keep telling myself that. Last night, Gus and I saw the play, Zing! at Sidekicks. I highly recommend this play to anyone who can tolerate them, but dislikes conventional theatre. The actors played to an almost empty house, but their tone was consistently upbeat and boisterous... even when a louder, more crowded poetry slam began in the room next door.

We stuck around for some of the slam. I saw Krissi there, along with a woman who ranted about some complications she had giving birth. She ranted further about complications she had dealing with the legalities of removing the dead fetus from her body. Man, I'm so glad the radical pro-lifers are running things.

After the slam, we went to Little City, where Gus checked on a build, and I read TXT Newsmagazine, the new GLBT Texas Weekly. Should someone ever ask me about the issues that the gay Texans of today face, I'll be equipped with an arsenal of information.

Finally, we had dinner. I say finally because I was starving and was not delaying dinner for the sake of becoming well-versed in gay issues. (But wouldn't I be a noble supporter if I had been?)

We ate at Pango--er, I mean Silhoutte, the sushi restaurant formerly known as Pango but might as well still be Pango. Why would an established late-night eatery suddenly change its name and also attempt (but fail) to revamp its look and image? The owner planted a hidden camera in the women's restroom, of course!

Awhile back, a local news station interviewed Gus and me about this preposterous event. The reporter welcomed our melodramatic comments on this "travesty of mankind" and our brief TV appearance was well-received by many folks at work. Having eaten there a dozen times and on that very day, convinced two of the biggest food-snobs we will ever meet that Pango was a great restaurant, all we could really do at that point was make fun of the situation and eat at Kyoto down the street.

So, Silhoutte is exactly the same place. They even recycled the Pango menu by slapping a big "Silhoutte" sticker over the word "Pango". The major difference was the entirely new staff (big surprise), none of whom were Asian. Our waitress was a skinny white girl with tatoos of large slot machine cherries on her legs.

Like the service, dinner was great, however I still refrained from using the restroom.

As an aside, when I googled the bathroom incident, this was one of my search results. I think more miscellaneous things should carry the name, grackle. When I worked for KVRX, I proposed several grackley names for our local live cd, but no one could dig it. Whatever. They don't know anything.

posted by platkat @ 11:47 AM