Matt and I had quite a busy weekend. It actually began on Thursday night, when we saw Alec Baldwin and Anne Heche in Twentieth Century at the Roundabout Theatre Company. I really enjoyed it, and I thought Alec Baldwin was born to play the role of the pompous, flamboyant producer Oscar Jaffe. The set consisted of several rooms on an old-fashioned luxury train, and it moved back and forth across the stage at times to highlight the action. It wasn’t as quite a madcap romp as I was hoping for, but it was still very funny. Afterwards we went to Cold Stone Creamery on 42nd Street, where I had some of the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Definitely going back there at some point.

On Friday night, we trekked up to Fordham University in the Bronx to see a college production of Andrew Lippa’s The Wild Party.

Umm… wow.

It was done very well, but I think the most shocking moment for me was the orgy scene. All the cast members slowly stripped off most of their clothes, until the men were wearing nothing but black cotton shorts. People started fondling each other. The highlight occurred when one of the guys lay on a table on his back, his legs spread in the air, while another guy stood there and slowly began thrusting. The 11(?)-year-old boy sitting in front of us giggled his little head off. I wondered what his mother was thinking. (The scene was unexpectedly shocking, but it was great.) Then the shirtless man collapsed on top of the other shirtless man, and the entire cast froze as the main characters played out the final scene. The first shirtless man lay on top of the second shirtless man for at least 10 minutes. Matt and I decided that these cast members, if they weren’t gay, must at least have been very comfortable with each other’s bodies. More power to them, I say.

All this at a Jesuit university?

On Saturday night, we saw Sweeney Todd at the New York City Opera with my friends Peter and Patrick, another couple. This was a treat for me, because I performed in “Sweeney Todd” in college. The New York City Opera production seemed virtually identical to the original production, down to Mrs. Lovett’s pigtails, which was neat. But the most wonderful part of the evening was getting to go backstage afterwards. Patrick knows Keith Jameson, who played Tobias, so we went backstage and saw his dressing room and his costumes and — of course — his copy of the score, which Stephen Sondheim had signed the day before. I stared at Sondheim’s note and signature as if it were God’s own handwriting.

Yesterday we had our second outing to Junior’s in Brooklyn, where I had a yummy tuna melt and we shared some big fluffy onion rings. We each got a huge slice of cheesecake to go. We spent much of the afternoon putting together Matt’s new IKEA furniture and getting rid of all the boxes and packaging. It felt so domestic.

Dinner was cheesecake.

Yes, I had cheescake for dinner.

We really could have split one piece — they were that huge. I wasn’t expecting it to be my dinner; I thought it would just be a post-brunch dessert (even though it was 6:00). But my stomach felt icky and bloated for the rest of the night, so I didn’t feel like eating anything else, and I’m still not feeling very well today.

So: three shows, three boroughs, and mounds and mounds of dessert. Then tonight we’re headed out to Brooklyn College, all the way at the end of the #2 subway line, for a joint Carmina Burana rehearsal between the Gay Gotham Chorus and the Brooklyn College Chorale.

I think I’m going to need another weekend just to recover from all of this.