Date Night: Hamburgers and Horny Monkeys

Instead of drinking our faces off and wasting afternoons with hangovers, my boyfriend suggested we actually do something this weekend. Quite frankly, drinking has made me feel a bit depressed recently, so I was more than happy to take a weekend off. I needed to. 

I let my boyfriend make the plans for Saturday night. We started off with dinner at DuMont in Williamsburg, and it was so yummy. He got one of their infamous burgers and I got the striped sea bass with cauliflower. Where are the photos, you ask? Umm, yeah...just as I whipped my camera out to take a pic of my pretty piece of fish and the scrumptious looking burger, I realized it was out of batteries. There was NO juice left. Zip. Zilch. Nada. It sucked. I know, I know, rookie mistake. It will never ever happen again. Pinky promise. I sulked about it for a good ten minutes (and sporadically throughout the meal), but in all honesty, part of me was relieved to take a night off of taking pictures of...everything. An.y.way. Moving on.

After we polished off a delicious apple crumble, we headed over to the Brick Theatre down the street to see a performance called Craven Monkey and the Mountain of Fury. Sounds interesting, right? It was. I went to the website beforehand, which described it as "A Darwinian martial-arts fairy tale in which monkeys and monsters beat the crap out of each other." As 29 year-old woman who is unapologetic for her love of Eminem and Taylor Swift, you wouldn't think this is how I'd spend a Saturday night, huh? Well, I'm not going to give you a full-on book report style review, but I will tell you that I LOVED it. I truly enjoyed the perfomance. 

The opening scene was of a group of actors, I mean monkeys, getting banged from behind at jack rabbit speed. My first thought was, Ohh great, this is going to be one of those weird artsy shows that tries too hard to be funny and abstract and serves no real purpose. 60 seconds later, I was proven wrong. 

The dancing skills and athleticism all of the actors displayed was amazing. The martial arts fight scenes were pretty sick, too. The theatre only held about 50 people, and my bf insisted on being in the front row, so we were practically right in the middle of all the action! The male actors jiggled their junk a little too close for comfort at times, and I was fearful of getting my teeth kicked out on several occasions, but I certainly got my 12 bucks worth! This chick falls in love with the main monkey dude and together they discover the missionary position. It was magical. Ha! 

None of the actors had lines—the story was told by a narrator. I didn't think I'd like that, but it totally worked. Plus, I don't see how they could have simultaneously talked and flipped around in the air scene after scene. Britney Spears is proof of what happens when you try to do both—it isn't pretty. 

Oh and of course the show wouldn't have been complete without someone in the audience hysterically laughing.out. LOUD during every scene. As if to say, Ha ha ha, I'm so smart, I get it. I wish people like that could see how stupid they really look. Nothing is THAT funny, geeeze. 

All in all, it was a really fun night! Tell me: Are you into plays and different types of theatrical performances? What are your favorites?