I Swear I Got a Peak Underneath Terrance Howard’s Robe

My friend and I went to NYC to be packed like sardines in a can while enjoying the critically acclaimed play "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" at the Broadhurst yesterday evening. I think by the end of the play I figured out the metaphorical title; the damn cat wants to get off the hot ass roof. And I also learned another SAT word "mendacity." Don’t know what it means? Look it up, or better yet go see the play. Without giving away the storyline, each character struggles with a personal conflict, and I was struggling to get a peak inside Terrance Howard’s robe. He must have fallen 3 times and that damn robe didn’t open up once. It must have been buttoned and not actually tied, but anyway Howard is a great actor and it felt good to see him in a natural element rather than on a big screen. And yes, he is that fine in person. But enough of Howard, the other actors were wonderful as well. Rose, Rashad, Esposito, Myers, Jones, Anderson, and Stovall were great. The minute I saw Anderson, I thought I was watching a Tyler Perry movie, until Big Daddy started cursing everyone out. James Earl Jones knows a lot of four letters words; it felt weird hearing Darth Vader and Mustafa talk about sex and homosexulaity. So anyway, the stage effects were good, set design humble, and I am happy to confirm that the water was indeed overly priced (just in case you were loosing sleep over the latter.)
Two chicks and a computer give Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 3 out 5 olive martinis. We also recommend the play and dinner (shout out to the economy). So stop watching reality TV and get some culture; the girls on ANTM are whack anyway.
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