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At Joe Egg's opening-night bash, I asked co-star Eddie Izzard if the play's "wegetable" child is a metaphor for the forces that drive couples apart, etc., etc. "Give me a day," he said, then amended that to "Actually, I don't think it is a metaphor because [author] Peter Nichols really had a disabled child." I gasped in horror, ate for an hour, then asked Nichols himself, who said, "It didn't drive me and my wife apartbut we had three other children. I wouldn't try to explain it. It's a fact of life and an act of God." Waaa!
An act of lunatic genius, the childish yet very adult The Play What I Wrote is sheer goofy British fun, the same type of saucy shtick that will surely catapult my ass to Broadway. (The Trashy Column What I Wrote has a real ring to it.) At the after-party at the W, I told Alan Cumming I was sorry the sheer goofy British fun of his Contents column didn't last; the mag folded just days after the party celebrating his working there. "I think my rimming thing is what closed it," he cracked.
Life (x) 3 had a less loopy opening-night affair at Laura Belle, where I sucked in plates of food (x) 3, in between screaming for chocolate fingers and a rim shot. For dessert, I got to meet Take Me Out's Denis O'Hare, who's surely Tony-bound for his portrayal of the fidgety gay accountant who's liberated by a new love for baseball. O'Hare's so scene-stealing that in the play's move uptown from Off-Broadway, not one second of his part was shed (though 20 minutes of others' roles were Hilary Swanked, so the evening doesn't go into extra innings).
Does O'Hare, in actuality, like baseball? "I don't," he told me, wincing. "I didn't even know it was the opening day today." Opening day of what? Anyway, Take Me Out is a whole other ball game for O'Hare, who was a Nazi in Cabaret and has played more baddies than Liza's married gays. "I played Richard Speck in an awful movie of the week called Moment of Rage," he admitted. "I killed a lot of Chicago actors!"
But in Take Me Out, he never gets to slay us with his trouser bat; he's one of the few onstage who the script doesn't require to constantly disrobe and flaunt it. "One's always a little insulted not to be asked," O'Hare said, "but it's good to keep them guessing." Well, let the guessing cease, because O'Hare's hot boyfriend chimed in that his beau would wipe everyone else off the stage, given half the chance. (Godsitting in the front row, I already almost got my eye poked out.) Did I say hot boyfriend? Yes, O'Hare and the boo met in an AOL chat room, a setup the thesp loves because "you get everything out of the way up front. I just would never give out my name or profession. Once, a guy saw my picture and wrote, 'You look exactly like an actor I saw last night in Major Barbara.' " O'Harethe very star in questiongot all panicky and shot back, "Is that a musical?"
The Paper dinner at Indochine for gay porn star Jeff Palmer's birthdaya musicalhad even more pudenda on the agenda. Over spring rolls, Palmer regaled us with the tale of how he had just gone to a bathhouse in Queens, where a guy wanted to be plowed while the belt around his neck was tightened. Palmer said he politely obliged, "and afterwards, I made sure he was still alive, then I left." (Gee, I wish my lovers were that considerate.) At this point, director Larry Clark and his star/partner, Tiffany Limos, perked up (there's autoerotic asphyxiation in their movie, Ken Park), and we all found a common level of reparteethough later on, when Tiffany gushed about how Larry beat up his ex-distributor and Larry kept telling her to plug it up, I wanted my mommy. Of course, all unpleasantness was forgotten by the time Palmer fucked his birthday cake onstage at the Stonewall!
I was asphyxiated from laughter at the Sunday drag brunch at Lips restaurant, where busloads of soccer moms pile in to applaud the padders and tuckers over mimosas and unfuckable cake. The showstarring the rouged likes of Ginger and All Beef Pattyhad quick-witted MC Kenny Dash claiming, "I used to be a runway modelat LaGuardia." After the show, Ginger told me she recently did a number from Hairspray, in the middle of which she noticed a young lady in the crowd talking up a storm on her cell phone. Thinking it terribly rude, Ginger barreled up to the gal's table and turned the fucker offonly to later find out the li'l gabber was Hairspray's Marissa Jaret Winokur! Ginger was eventually rewarded with two free tickets to Hairspray and is now a big fan.