Salvage a crappy V-Day with ‘Beauty’
As I descended the stairs of the Cabaret for the debut of “Hold for Beauty,” I was already in a bad mood. Nothing could distract me from the fact that there was nacho cheese spilled on my pants, the wind was fucking freezing and it was almost Valentine’s Day and not one of my few encounters with the opposite sex could survive my pathetic, award-worthy social retardation. The xylophone-riddled techno music playing as I waited for the show to begin was not helping at all. And after reading the description on the playbill, I just couldn’t shake the image of a floating plastic grocery bag, a...
