by Joshua Curry
Saturday wasn’t over for this Buzz Blogger after Mike Daisey’s 9 pm show – not by a long shot. With Sergio Santos and his Brazilian jazz buddies performing in The Cistern next door at exactly the same time that Monopoly! got underway, parking spaces near the Simons Center had been as hard to find as a WMD in Iraq; I’d had to park six blocks away on King Street, and I considered myself lucky. So I changed in the car from my standard-issue cargos, T-shirt, and sandals into a svelte fashion package (as if) and pointed myself toward 17 Legare Street, where I’d been invited – by mistake, I suspected – to one of those Spoleto artist parties scenester Ida Becker always seems to be showing up at but which I only hear about in retrospect.
It should come as no surprise that Lee Manigault’s digs at 17 Legare is a huge, block-sized mansion of a house, with a heated pool and a yard you could use as a driving range. The honorees were Bill T. Jones’ and Aszure Barton’s dance troupes, plus non-professional dancer Mike Daisey. Booze flowed liberally from a pair of bars in the yard, pizza from Charleston Pizza Kitchen was gobbled up as fast as it could be tossed out, and before long the cast of Tristan and Yseult found out a party was being had without them and decided to remedy that mistake, to everyone’s great satisfaction. I chatted at length with Daisey and his director-roommate, Jean-Michele Gregory, who’s easily as entertaining as he is, and I disabused T&Y’s Giles King, who plays Frocin, of the notion that all Charlestonians live in such splendor. Most Charlestonians, I assured him, are no more familiar with the yards of homes like this one than we are the dark side of the moon, and probably less. I knew it was a party when the dancers started hooking up and Eva Magyar (Yseult) laughed when her boyfriend fell over. An Englishman from Cornwall does not get drunk easily - that, my friend, you can take to the bank.