If Anyone Knows Where They Have The "Sound Of Music Singalongs," Can You Please Tell Us? Not That We Want To Know, Or Anything. We're Just Curious.

A funny thing just happened to Fagats over the weekend. We noticed that we suddenly had hundreds more visitors every day, and after a little investigation, saw that if you Google Image "naked girls Playboy sexy," the sixth site that comes up is the FAGAT Guide. Who'da thunk? Anyway, we tried to fix the problem, but for anyone who still wanders over here looking for naked sexy Playboy girls, we are so, so sorry.

If there was something in the world that is the opposite off nsPg's, it would probably be a bar in the West Village called Marie's Crisis.

So it is appropriately random, then, that we spent Saturday night there. For those of you that don't know, Marie's Crisis is this piano bar across 7th Avenue from The Duplex which where gays of varying degrees of tragedy gather to sing Broadway standards. It's also named after a 1776 political pamphlet by Thomas Paine, who died there (No joke). We kind of love it there. But you have to be careful - because the line between observational amusement and fervent belting is easily crossed by as few as three cocktails.

What we don't like about Marie's, though, is that some of the elder gays that hang out there are of the old cruising school, where they just sit there and stare at you hungrily for an hour, such that you eventually become uncomfortable looking at an entire half of the bar, for fear of making eye contact. These gays are always twice your age, and really, should know better (Mr. Combover-and-Eyepatch, we're talking to you here). Luckily this problem can be ignored by having those three cocktails, finding yourself at the piano arm-in-arm with perfect strangers, shrieking out the words to "Our Time" from "Merrily We Roll Along."

Did you know that's a musical that starts at the end and ends at the beginning? Maybe that's what we should have done with this post - ended it at the beginning.