There are evenings and nights in the City that are beyond description. And last evening was one of those. Attended Neil LaBute’s new play “The Money Shot”. About the play, loved it for the meaning it conveyed about celebrity status that we folk convey onto mere mortals. And the deeper meaning of the play that the ‘mere mortals’ believe it and what a danger that is for their happiness and well-being. The location of the play was at the Lucille Lortel Theatre, which is a hop and a skip from where I live. It’s an off Broadway theatre, intimate, and yes small, but works appear on stage here before they head to Broadway proper. It is a delightful space. And I attended with TS a new, young friend, well-versed in all that is theatre, as a born and bred New Yorker and a playwright herself. As we were exiting the theatre, she pointed out LaBute, standing to our right, watching and listening. In my ignorance, I would have breezed right past. Then outside she said ‘hello’ to other industry movers and such… So delightful to see someone half my age so well connected and comfortable in her knowledge. We mosied on down the street to a local cafe where we could sit outside at 10:30 at night, have a glass and a bite and talk about the play and life. Only on the streets of New York, in the Village in such tranquility. Why I love living here. This morning as I was thinking about it, I paused to recall another Oregon transplant, TG who moved here right after college and stayed here until she was no longer. She always said she loved it! I get it.