Jess
@mmebahorel
I have opinions on things, especially DC theatre, especially ones that got a major critic to block me on that other hellsite. They are mine, but you can borrow them. The politics ones are extremely mine, especially the ones with my name on them.
Way down under the ground. (If only E Street were still in business for this one, because I am so definitely above the ground right now.)
Odyssey. @ctklimek.bsky.social said largest screen possible. (Is very good. Screen is very large. So many no shows, I could have had a seat not in the front row.)
The construction is RIDICULOUS (this work is for the car race) and boy is the scene adding to Hirshhorn's excellent new KAWS. (They are still trying to finish the sculpture garden rebuild and it feels like the constant other construction and destruction is in the way.)
No warning signs up yet outside American History Mall entrance, so that EO wasn't already backchanneled to NPS for preparatory action. This trip among the tourist hordes brought to you by Bar Americano and "oh crap, American Aspirations ends this weekend!"
Giant, I know you plan these well in advance, but is this your best choice for next week? I know where your salad comes from.
Happy 4th from this glutton for punishment who needed a mint cold brew and to support her local economy. It is stupid hot out there, go only for fruit and coffee. (Veggie borek in the fridge for later not shown.)
Theatre is just the best. When it hits, it hits. (I don't only see Maboud Ebrahimzadeh in dystopias, but between Hell and not-ISIS, even most of the not-dystopias are dystopian. Ran to get tickets to this the moment I found out last week and it was so much more than I had expected.)
The way the scheduling worked, I'm spending Shakespeare's birthday with Shaw.
Have some fun this weekend. There's air conditioning. (Faction of Fools Much Ado is an absolute delight.)
It clearly says something about me that the first time I see Suzy Eddie Izzard is in Hamlet.
I'm at Ham-NET. Not Ham-LET, Ham-NET. I read the email and also my ticket. No one tried to ask if I was in the right place, which in itself was a tad disconcerting because no one should trust that patrons read emails.
I am not the youngest person at the opera this time! (The Crucible, aka Chesca's original "fuck you" to the usurper before peacing out altogether.)
🦄 @folger.edu says Statehood now. (Production is super fun, Nikkole Salter proving yet again that women are better at playing Jaques.)
In "things that are not terrible", @folger.edu is doing a London Fog with ube foam at their coffee shop and my week just got better. (As You Like It will increase that improvement.)
I don't remember where I first read of Tambo and Bones, but I've wanted it for what feels like ages, and I only knew Spooky Action was doing it this month because it made it into the Washington Post's winter preview. It was everything I wanted, and I almost didn't have it.
What does UK natsec law look like? It probably doesn't rise to Official Secrets Act, but this could go interesting places here, so what about there? (Source: www.washingtonpost.com/world/2026/0...)
No one comes to Pal Joey for the book, anyway. (DC has a theme of Black, mid 20th century musical pieces in the past year. And I don't complain about Awa Sal Secka doing torch songs. I hand over my money.)
They are marching on the Capitol again. I am eating porchetta and drinking an aperol spritz at Piccolina while squandering an afternoon off at City Center.
77 shows in 2025. Not a damned one needed the Kennedy Center. Suck it, Ric Grenell!
Behold the rare in-theatre pic at Studio! (My usher date was a cancelled performance, but TodayTix provided a front row seat.)
Guys and Dolls is a goddamned delight, particularly Hayley Podschun as Adelaide, who Nathan needs to learn to deserve. I was skeptical at season announcement, and I was wrong. (Girls, you are not going to fix either one of them. And maybe go back to the therapist to talk about your mother.)
Let's see: they hired Dani Stoller, Dina Thomas, and Naomi Jacobson, so this must be a sweet, quiet show full of unperturbable people.