Drunk Dial: Cumming All Over

Apologies from The Operator for our lack of Friday fun links and the usual potpourri of news, trivia, gossip and whimsy. OperatorLA is doing a hard-hitting piece of investigative journalism on the Los Angeles public transportation system. As for OperatorNYC, well, here's what happened to him last night:

OperatorNYC went with his frenemy Ms. Communication to see the Roundabout Theatre's production of The Threepenny Opera, which is without a doubt the gayest show on Broadway. First, it stars everyone's favorite Scottish imp Alan Cumming as Mack the Knife. Second, it features gay icon Cindy Lauper, singer and weirdo Nellie McKay, a slew of drag divas (Edie and Flotilla Debarge) and Carlos Leon, aka Madonna's first babydaddy. Need More? Costumes by Isaac Mizrahi.

The show, with new translation by Wallace Shawn, is funny, creepy, political, sleazy, campy, at times off-kilter, but overall satisfying. It was an uptown show with a downtown feel, including an orgy scene and some full-frontal nudity. See it. It also has the best deus ex machina ever--arriving on a neon horse in gold booty shorts.

Post-show, OperatorNYC, with Ms. Communication in tow, boarded the hiptix party bus for a fete at a Chelsea nightclub. Upon arrival, OperatorNYC realized that he'd been to this club before, when it was called something else. The new club had barely changed the decor, instead just throwing a bunch of old stereos on the wall and calling it a "design." They did replace the mermaid tank, sadly. Last time OperatorNYC was here, he ended up dancing up on Boy George and his coterie of tranny groupies. The Boy wasn't there last night, but La Lauper did descend with her posse, where she proceeded to drink a beer and dance on the banquettes. She's still just a girl who wants to have fun, apparently. Muscled Chelsea boys were mingling with the crowd, spritzing them with Cumming: the fragrance. They were also pimping his body lotion, Cumming All Over.

Cumming himself (sporting a black mohawk for the show) arrived with the majority of the cast and encsconced himself in a booth with boys and bottle service.

OperatorNYC and companion were busy making the most of the Finlandia Vodka open bar, which only lasted for an hour. They employed the patented "double down method," ordering two drinks at once to maximize the pay off.

The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. OperatorNYC danced for awhile, until the DJ switched the music to the ubiquitous sound of all nightclubs: hip hop. The crowd was a mix of Roundabout-ers and the annoying hedge funders and model-thin twits out to get their Thursday night on.

OperatorNYC let Ms. Communication talk him into another drink (on his own dime) and it went from bad to worse. Long blogpost short, OperatorNYC woke up this morning in his bed surrounded by the contents of his schwag bag and with a raging hangover, feeling about as low in the gutter as the characters in Brecht's musical.