‘FIX’ a Film by Benjamin Villeda
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Naked Holidays NYC ’09 – Fear of a Black Santa @ Ace Of Clubs
December 2nd – December 20th 2009
9 Great Jones Street, NYC 10012
New York – More singing! More dancing! More naked! For all the non-traditional purveyors of holiday mischief and merriment, let nothing dismay you this holiday season. EndTimes Productions will present the Third Annual Naked Holidays NYC this December, a gleeful pageant filled with indulgent tidings.
Originally conceived by the Sacred Fools Theater Company of Los Angeles, Naked Holidays is a darkly comic Yuletide bacchanalia fit for Samson himself. George Larkin’s opening is a boisterous reaction to some of the most popular holiday images; delving into the hilarious customs of our best loved winter holidays, and the pagan traditions celebrated nowadays as Christmas. Yet not even the Olympics delivers like this multicultural mélange which climaxes in a scantily clad routine that looks a lot like Christmas. This year’s medley showcases new works that explore deadly plots by Santa’s eight angry reindeer against Rudolph and Rudnick (oh yes, Rudnick), a traditional Jewish nativity scene, a wholesome dad hiding a suspiciously jolly body bag, a belligerently randy hooker working the North Pole, and a bone-crunching table-smashing romp with everybody’s favorite rotund holiday hero THE ANNIHILATORRRR- yes, all in one evening of theater. Bells are encouraged.
The Naked Holidays Orchestra adds a musical flair to the show, and there will be eggnog served (provided the cast hasn’t gotten to it first). – A perfect way to end the company holiday happy hour, or to pre-game for a night out or a trip home. All are welcome to luxuriate in their favorite proclivities when Naked Holidays NYC opens December 2.
“New ways to holiday! Shake up your December… EndTimes Productions presents Naked Holidays NYC.”-Time Out New York
“Recommended!”- LA Weekly
“An evening of sex and silliness…a saucy way to make merry this holiday season…you’ll be glad you’re along for the ride.”- Backstage West
Naked Holidays NYC ’09 – Fear of a Black Santa
@ Ace of Clubs
9 Great Jones Street, NYC 10012
Showtimes:
12/2, 3, 10, 12, 17, 19 @ 7:00 PM
12/6, 13, 20 @ 3:00 PM
Tickets: $18, Students w/ID $15
So I’m walking home from the subway last night around 10:30pm.. It’s not horribly late considering any night I’m out with Donny I usually am walking home in daylight in the wee hours of the morning, but I had to work early the next morning so responsibility it is…
I’m walking with my headphones on… (not what people recommend when walking at night, but this serves as a tool I have put to good use when pretending to not hear the obnoxious hoots and hollers that, if acknowledged, will inevitably serve as an unintentional invite giving me a companion the rest of the way home…) As I turn the corner at 139th, I sense someone seriously invade my space to my direct left… I ignore the guy and keep walking, but he continues to walk directly at my side. Anyone seeing us could only assume we were walking together… I slowed my pace allowing him to walk past, but he stays at my side. This is when he starts yelling random things out to no one which acts as my cue to pick up the pace… As I start to speed up, I feel a tap on my shoulder.. "Slow down… slow down"… He says… but he did not try to talk to me…. He just kept walking along side of me…. I am now intrigued… I can’t help but smile as I take out my earphones…
"Did you just need a walking companion tonight?" I ask…
"Nah… I’m the security escort." He states matter of factly as if it was just understood…
"…… Thank you…" I say with a smile….
As we walk the several blocks back to my apartment, it turns out this gentleman was just released from prison for doing about 3 years for something… Still not clear what… He did mention "cops shooting up" at him, so I can’t imagine it was for anything good…. He was starting up projects for young adults in Harlem to channel his energy to create positive results. I congratulated him for his recent release and wished him luck on his future endeavors… We reach my apartment and say goodbye… I’m thinking to myself as I walk up my front steps… Wow, that’s really awesome, but then my thoughts are interrupted one more time…
"Man, I did just get out an all… You wouldn’t happen to have a dime on you?"
"Umm… Nope… Sorry…"
Hmm…. Well, I hope everything he’s planning on works out for him… And I also hope he doesn’t have regularly scheduled piss tests to screw everything up…..
God I love New York.
So I’m at the game yesterday… I get there late because I also am now aware the 5 train does in fact not go to Yankee Stadium… Anywho, relatively trashed, I decide it’s time for more beer… God forbid I’m not sufficiently liquored up enough once the 7th inning hits and I start to sober up at a Yankee game… I shutter to think… But the amusing thing about this was as I was walking up the steep stairs back up to my regular row P… I am looking down so I don’t trip, double fisting two jumbo Heinekens, and already toasted… I look slightly up over the sea of people and looking baffled, I am not seeing Mark anywhere (that’s usually how I make it back to my seat) and the gentleman sitting directly to my right gestures that I need to go farther up… I laugh, thank him and gratefully keep making my way up the stairs… and once I hit my row, without even realizing it was my row… Simultaneously everyone stood up to let me in… I was like "oh, this is my row… Sweet."..
So all of these complete strangers helped little ‘ol toasted me get back to my seat…
I have been seeing these same people for several years now every Sunday home game… If you add up all of the hours spent together yelling, getting drunk, watching Bo Sox fans get dragged down the steps by security….We have shared flasks, peanuts & stories… That’s a lot of hours spent together in simple revelry… We have acquired a group of season ticket buddies that we look forward to seeing in their same regular seats and when they are not there, their absence is noticeable… I’m becoming more aware of this as our games at the original Yankee Stadium start to dwindle… I’m still undecided if I like the idea of a new stadium… The seats will be wider and there will be cup holders… But who will help me to my seat when I am toasted, double fisting jumbo Heinekens???
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