What I saw: “Turn Me Loose,” a play at the Westside Theater on W 43rd between 9th and 10th Avenues
What I wore: black Free People top that’s either an embroidered peasant blouse or a much-too-short mini-dress that I wear with pants, new white 7 for all mankind relaxed-hem jeans, orange Puma sneakers.
What I did beforehand: had lunch with the Bacon Provider and came home thinking that the only way I could avoid housework was to go to a matinee. After that matinee, I changed clothes. And I had a cappuccino and a cookie.
Status pic.twitter.com/nPRxfY6oaK— Hamsteria d’Relish (@hamsterRelish) June 1, 2016
Who went with me: Phylicia Rashad and Larry Wilmore.
We are starting late because they are seating the black illuminati now— Hamsteria d’Relish (@hamsterRelish) June 1, 2016
How I got tickets: a couple of weeks ago, online.
Why I saw this show: Even President Obama loves Dick Gregory.
Where I sat: A 108, front row, on the end
Things that were sad: “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.”
Things that were funny: Dick Gregory’s stand-up is uncompromisingly forthright and quite funny.
Things that were not funny: the state of Mississippi took 31 years to bring the killer of Dick Gregory’s friend and colleague Medgar Evers to justice.
What it is: a play about comedian and civil rights activist Dick Gregory, in his own words.
Who should see it: people who like to laugh, fans of Joe Morton, liberals, heckling Klansmen, social justice warriors.
What I saw on the way home: taxi-cabs, heading uptown, as if this city was fair and equal and anyone could catch one.
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