spamalot at the shubert theatre
*photos by ann friday
during my last trip to nyc, my friend, ann, and i went to see spamalot. if i didn’t know before the show that clay aiken is gay… i do now. overall, it was pretty fun. both ann and i were in love with the female lead. she was kick-ass.
afterwards we stopped in at an irish pub for a beer and just as we were thinking about going home to bed, we were approached by two british blokes. the older one, martin, introduced himself and his younger brother, damian, and then said something along the lines of “we’re not trying to pick you up but we were just wondering if you’d be interested in a beer and a chat.”
a few beers later, damian and i mistakenly left ann with martin alone for maybe 5 minutes. the second we got back to the table ann got up and white as a ghost she said, “i have to go. i’ll explain later.” and poof! gone she was.
shortly thereafter she called me and i stealthily got the details while locked in the ladies restroom - the only place it was quiet enough to hear her. luckily there was no line and i wasn’t pissing anyone off. as it turns out, martin told ann all about his romanian wife asleep upstairs in their hotel room and how he missed the days before they were married when he could come home, bend her over and “take her from behind” whenever he damn well pleased.
smooth, romeo. really smooth!
hahaha.
martin
damian
