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March 27, 2006
Beat My Donkey, Please
Not much has been going on here at Write Again Soon. The emotional angst associated with Mr. Cool has diminished. We've exchanged a few emails, but it doesn't really look like it's going anywhere. And the Big Idea is overwhelming, yet not particularly noteworthy. To top is all off, I spent an hour of my evening watching Deal or No Deal--an hour that I'll never get back.
Yes, dear readers, it's VERY exciting at the Write Again Soon household.
One thing of note this weekend, however, was seeing Cyro Baptista and his band "Beat the Donkey" at the Lisner Auditorium on Saturday night.
Sword dancing, acrobatic stunts, and instruments from washboards to Balinese gongs collide when Cyro Baptista and his Beat the Donkey band burst on stage with all the impact of a Brazilian carnival. This hilarious fusion overload is a party for the senses.
Well, I have to say that the sword dancing was mediocre, and a little more acrobatic stunts would have been welcome. All told, I thought it was very entertaining--if a little bit "percussion-y". Which, I suppose, I should have expected.
On the other hand, we did end up getting two tickets for free (since I accidentally mis-ordered the tickets when I placed the order months ago and 5 of us showed up with only 3 tickets) when the Washington Performing Arts Society staff took pity on my stupidity. Unfortunately, the "Culture Vulture" after party touted by WPAS was not so great, and I quote from the two friends who tried it out:
You were right not to pay the $10 cover for the after-party. The free drinks were terrible, as were the "gourmet snacks" and the sex ratio was way more chicks than dudes. I think we stayed about 10 minutes.
and...
The after party thing sucked...be glad you didn't pay to get in. The "gourmet" snacks were basically greasy biscutty-meat things, and the "free drinks" consisted of ONE ticket to get ONE passion-fruit martini, which was the nastiest drink EVER. Seriously. It tasted like distilled asparagus with a strawberry twist. Gross.
Note to self: avoid the Culture Vulture events from now on.
