Darlings, Who Needs A Haunted House Attraction, When It Is Always Halloween On 42nd Street?????????????????????????

                              Girls, I am telling you! Last night--Saturday, the hottest in NYC--we went to see the play "Yellow Face," which happened to be playing on 42nd Street.  Enroute, we passed a space featuring, for the time, a haunted house attraction called "True Haunted House."  I was all for coming back another Saturday night, and going to it, but David seemed reluctant.  He was right.

                              Because, darlings, 42nd Street, especially on Saturday night, is a freakin' freak show!  Who needs goblins and ghosties, when the real thing that is out there turns out to be even more frightening than these made-up facsimiles pictured???????????

                                 Skip Halloween, dolls!  If you want a show, just observed the fabled throughfare on any Saturday night.  That is, if you are not crushed by encroaching crowds.  The costumes, or what passes these days as actual clothing, is a sight to behold.  Much more grotesque than what is pictured above.

                                   Once upon a time, Saturday night on 42nd Street meant getting elegantly all dressed up, dashing sophisticatedly to the theater, and dashing back into a car or taxi, back home to your house or apartment.  Today, it is a free-for-all, with people garishly dressed, dashing about in all directions, people bringing drinks--yes! --into the theater, breaching so many forms of theater etiquette, because it does not seem to exist anymore, and giving every single thing seen, no matter how bad, a standing ovation.  Are people that starved for culture?  Or are they simply brainwashed with the idea that because the vehicle in question made it to Broadway, it must be high quality?  Au contraire, dears!  Go back and reread my post on "The Hills Of California."

                                     The street has changed, and so have audiences, and not for the better.  I may sound foolish, but it seems when the street was Porn Palace, and all the theaters were on the side streets, people knew their boundaries and behaved accordingly!  But not now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         "Hear the beat of dancing feet?"  Yes, but what are those feet actually doing??????????