Sonja Morgan’s Cabaret Is the Wackiest Live Show You’ll Ever See

At the age of 29, few things are as soul-affirming as getting an earnest text asking if you want to see Real Housewives of New York alum Sonja Morgan’s live show. Getting a request like that is up there with the significance of having an in-unit washer and dryer, your copay on a doctor’s visit being less money than you anticipated, or a friend’s cat taking a shine to you and only you during a dinner party. Having lived about a third (God freaking willing) of my life so far, these little moments of unexpected, boundless joy are few and far between.

And yet, that happiness hardly compares to the elation of seeing the show, aptly called “Sonja In Your City,” itself. The performance—which is not really a performance so much as it is a 1920s vaudeville act directed by David Lynch and Mark Frost—combines stream-of-consciousness conversation with sexy burlesque, all while attendees get liquored up on heavily poured cocktails. The audience is as much a part of the show as Sonja is, whether they like it or not. The result is something strange and also uniquely fabulous, like watching a group of people walk up to a birch tree with a sparkly mini-dress taped to it and then clap for an hour. I remember all of it, and yet, I remember nothing. Sonja Morgan’s live show is both a waste of money and the best $59 I’ve ever spent.

I began my trek to one of New York City’s “Sonja in Your City” installments much like Sonja might: with an open container. It was Friday, Apr. 12, and I scurried into Manhattan on the C Train with two cans of Kylie Jenner’s unexpectedly delicious, low-alcohol canned vodka soda, Sprinter, in my tote bag. Upon meeting my boyfriend close to City Winery, the drinks-and-light-bites chain that hosts Sonja’s show, I cracked a Sprinter and strolled along the pier until we reached the venue, where we met another friend to complete our party of three. When we bought the tickets, our table was the only one remaining with three open seats available. Sonja’s a hot commodity! This would, however, mean that we’d be sitting with a stranger.

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