Rebel Prince

Tonight we’re seeing Take Me Out at The Studio Theatre. (You know, I used to live just a few blocks from there, and had never gotten around to seeing a show there until now.) Tonight’s performance is a benefit for One in Ten (a gay and lesbian arts organization you may know as the producers of Reel Affirmations, among other events), and there will be a reception after the show.

Yesterday I called them up to ask about tickets and was put on a waiting list since the performance had already sold out, and then this morning I got a call back saying some tickets had opened up. Score! I’m totally looking forward to it.

» Related: reviews of this production on Potomac Stages, and in the Post and Washingtonian.

[Update (June 15): Take Me Out was fantastic. Thom and I had a great time. He has written a thorough review (with which I agree), so check it out. And see the show if you can (as Thom notes, it’s not for everyone, but most of our readers would likely enjoy it); it runs through July at The Studio Theatre in D.C. Aside: the photo above is of my ticket and the day’s page from my Peanuts mini-calendar, which appropriately enough has Charlie Brown playing baseball.]

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Last week the Post ran a series of articles on Metro’s problems. It includes some interesting graphics, including one (somewhat suggestively drawn, if viewed in a certain frame of mind, ahem) that shows which escalators in the system are among the longest. If you’ve taken the Metro here, you know that some stations are located so deep underground that getting to the surface can seem to take forever. (I’ve wanted to calculate how much time, say annually, I spend on Metro escalators.) The one at Wheaton, which holds the title of longest escalator not only in the Metro system but also the Western hemisphere, measures 508 feet long, almost as long as the Washington Monument is tall (555 feet).

The one I use every day at Bethesda (photo above by yours truly) comes in at second place in the system at 475 feet long. I often read a magazine or work on a crossword puzzle on the train, and then continue while standing on the escalator. I’ve walked it a few times, “for exercise,” I tell myself. Not fun.

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