❤ Sharing Folkworthy Stuffs ❤
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First time I ever came to New York City was for a week over New Year’s 1988/9. I was thirteen, tagging along with some older kids on a high school theater group trip thanks to some community theater connections in my home town. We stayed at the Edison Hotel, which we all thought was a glorious shithole (looks like it’s pretty nice these days). I had some eye-opening experiences, including sharing a bed with a drunk girl (nothing happened, of course, but it was still a whole level of something different for me at that age), learning that in NYC there were soft-porn ads for phone sex lines running on the TV all night, and running around a still-un-Disneyfied Times Square at night, basically unsupervised.
Anyway, *Oh! Calcutta!* was playing in the [Edison Theater](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edison_Theatre), attached to our hotel, and I desperately wished for a chance to go see it, but no luck. My 16-year-old friend Dave did somehow finagle his way in, which cemented him as a legend in my mind. Seeing this post calls up some buried part of my adolescent lizard brain.
Excuse me miss. My car just hit a water buffalo so I need to borrow your towel right quick.
Makes me think of this: