Every day is opening night.

“WHO CARES”

Ladies and gents,

 

My head is still spinning from the Lortel Awards’ big tie in the Best Play category.  It was the most gasped about moment at an awards show since Moonlight bested La La Land.

Congrats to everyone involved with both School Girls; Or, the African Mean Girls Play and Cost of Living.  Great plays, both.

But a rare tie at an awards show always serves to remind me how arbitrary the whole business of voting on winners and losers really is.  Think about it: for every tie there must be dozens, if not hundreds, of times the difference between first and second place comes down to just a couple of votes.

So, bear that in mind, dear nominees, should your name not be the one called from the podium.

But, of course, this also means that every single vote truly counts.  So for the ambitious nominee that means that a strong ground game is your best chance for turning the math in your favor.  These next weeks are your time to shake hands and kiss babies (and, at a few events, perhaps even kiss hands and shake babies).  Don’t forget, that creepy guy leaning against the bar could be a voter, so leave no stone unturned (or, more to the point, no stoner uncharmed).

Tidbits from around town….

Spotted Children of a Lesser God goddess Lauren Ridloff being toasted by a nearby table of fans at Bar Centrale.

Witnessed Angels in America’s resident Scottish hunk James McArdle being hounded by fans of all gender identities at the Drama Desk’s Meet-the-Nominees junket.

Overheard Marci Klein ordering the blackened salmon sandwich at Breadzilla.

Caught social media mavens Terry Teachout and Peter Marks taking a rare break from Twitter to enjoy cold beers together at the bar at Juniors Times Square.

As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!

Kisses,

Scoop V.