Mad Cat's New Heavy Metal Play

Get your butt out of the boring Sobe club for a nite and go support your local theater.

It doesn't get more local than the new Mad Cat production Broad Sword, written by Hialeah's Marco Ramirez, directed by Mad Cat's Paul Tei and performed by Miami's finests Erik Fabregat, Paul Tei, Scott Genn, Sofia Citarella, George Schiavone and Gregg Weiner, if you ever been to a play done by local talent, chances are you've seen any of them.



I loved them all. George, who I heard is like 70 years old was so incredible as the caricature of the old creepy guy from "Jurassic Park." Gregg Weiner, another very exaggerated character, the devil, was also amazing.

Paul, Scott and Erik, the band members gave a surprisingly great performance of the song that brings back the mysteriously missing singer of the New Jersey metal band that splits 16 years before.

It is not because I love the Mad Cat Company and know the actors, directors, stage managers, etc, but this play was SO MUCH FUN.

There is not a single moment that leaves you wandering or thinking about the laundry that you have at home.

Engaging, scary, funny, surprising and fun.

It doesn't matter if you are old, a kid, a soccer mom or hate heavy metal, I could not imagine who would not like BroadSword. Gable Stage Director Joe Adler, who was there when I went yesterday, seem to have enjoyed it a lot.

So, this weekend before going to The Vagabond, do something for yourself and for the little local theater we have. It is located on Biscayne and 30th so you can hit any place after. You can even have drinks, before, during and after the play for contributions only.

If you are a student is ten bucks if you are not is $25, that will go to a good cause and not Mansion.

The New News Lounge is on Tuesdays now, not Wednesdays

I went to News Lounge last nite cuz we got an invite by Pat Walsh that Raffa & Rainer were playing.

After checking the facebook list of attending and seeing some of my g.f’s I was ready to get back into the middle-of-the-week-night-out routine that had missed me so much.

So, I put on my cowboy boots, mini skirt and infamous God is Dead shirt, to impress the girls, really, who cares about the guys.

I got there and ordered a delicious Tucker that tasted like heaven, even though God is Dead, and sat to listen to Raffa & Rainer play the same songs we all already know. She joked about how delicious was her cucumber martini and how they didn’t have those at Churchill’s and about the spaceships in the bathrooms that you can use to dry your hands. Seriously, I only go to the News Lounge to be able dry my hands in the spaceships inside those purdy restrooms.

I sat alone and listened to the music, making up in my mind what people must be thinking of me: that lonely girl with the cowboy boots. That is one of the reasons why I like to go out alone: one is so mysterious and could be anyone in the minds of others. A lonely depressed girl, a hooker, a psychopath, a people hater, a sexy girl who likes to go out alone, single, married, a nun escaped from convent.

Dara got there late with Matilda, who was ultimately the star of the night. Running around leash-less jumping on people’s laps and in the middle of the big red square couch where a group of five hipsters petted her and made cuteness overdosed sounds. What a slut!

“That’s an 84-year-old bitch,” I yelled to them, but they didn’t mind her age, or her tongue that is always sticking out and dried from the air, nor that she is ugly and kind of fat; she was a puppy to them and they were in front of people, meaning you have to pet her and make non-stop cute sounds.

Matilda ran away and came back to us. I think we are getting tired that she is always the star of the party. She really is 84, let go Matilda, other bitches need to be popular too.

So, Jeremy came, after he said he wasn’t coming and was surrounded by cute gals, like always. We talked about his encounter with an 18-year-old on his birthday and philosophized about the legal Age of Consent.

“If you have sex with an 18 year old the day of his birthday, is it legal, do we have to look at what time he was born?”

We swung in the swing and danced Circumstances and Serge Gainsburg, which played must of the night.

I saw beach high buddy Alexis Frias, who moved to New York, but is now back and active and loving Miami; Maina Campos, another beach high lovely friend, who looked tan and beautiful and invited me to her beginners Yoga class on Española Way Fridays at 6:45 pm. I am glad it is beginners because I have seen her acroyoga pics and it doesn’t seem like anything I could do on a Friday night and still be able to dance after. “Come detox before the tox,” she said. Sounds interesting. I also saw Robert Samuels and we talked about the newspaper industry, his salary cut at the Herald, his new house and bad movies.

It is good to be back.