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...better, I might have inhibitions." I ask what he's wearing now. "Gray slacks and a gray blazer (but a different shade of gray, I think). I'm wearing a dark vest with a pinstripe and a watch chain; a silk paisley tie with some red, yellow and green; and some sort of black dress shoes...
...only know this because some wrestling brute with tattoos that spread continuously from his right pinky to his left decided to demonstrate. I wanted to ask him if getting all those tattoos had hurt, but was afraid of being spit on again.) The first fight involved someone in yellow leather (or pleather? I couldn't be sure, even with our proximity) pants fighting a Dracula-esque character with fangs and blood spurting out of his mouth. Dracula's girlfriend then came out, much to the delight of the 18,000 in attendance and to my disgust...
...becoming increasing clear that attire was key; a point I apparently needed some work on. Jeans were a must, but your WWF T-shirt declared true allegiance to the fraternity--to wear anything else was simply bad etiquette. The T-shirts diverged into two categories: the c.1986, neon-yellow version with the image of the Incredible Hulk airbrushed across the front, or the c.1999, brand-new, still-has-the-vendors-creases-in-it black T-shirt with "WWF Attitude" scrawled across the front in white and red lettering, with "Come Get Some" on the back. Apparently the management...
...Starting his Q&A, Keyes can't resist the determined-looking young woman with a huge yellow 'Choice' button pinned to her chest. He knows what's coming and he doesn't think twice. Ten minutes later, he chastises the moderator of the event, who is trying to steer the microphone away from another would-be critic, a University of Wisconsin student. "Let me direct the microphone, if you don't mind," shouts Keyes, his voice a mixture of fearsome preacher and irritated muppet...
Mark Morris' latest New York City premiere, now being performed on tour, is irresistibly zany--and very, very smart. Set to Ethan Iverson's delectably decorous salon-style arrangements of '20s pop songs, Dancing Honeymoon consists of 15 Chaplinesque vignettes through which Morris and his six yellow-clad dancers hurtle at breakneck speed. Like all great farces, this one is precisely calculated down to the last pratfall; even when the props start flying through the air, everything goes wrong right on time. Keep an eye on Julie Worden, who dances like a Thoroughbred filly and makes faces like Lucille Ball...