MAMACITA: TALES OF A DIAPER DIVA, at Lakeshore Theater. At some point in our lives it seems everyone we know has a baby. Those of us who don't but want to share the happiness of the people we love usually try to show an interest.
People who fall into the bubbly breeder category--or is that a sleep-deprivation buzz?--should enjoy Patti Vasquez's comic monologue about her extensive efforts to get pregnant, mishaps while pregnant, and first months of proud parenthood. She has a smart, sassy sense of humor, even cracking herself up at times as she works hard to bond with her audience. And while maternity is familiar comic territory, Vasquez gives her show a uniquely droll point of view--and doesn't seem to rule out any incident, no matter how embarrassing or gross.
At the same time, all the details about pregnancy side effects and 22 hours of labor might easily put off those who aren't yet giddy, groggy denizens of diaper domain: at just under 90 minutes, Mamacita can seem an endless string of in-jokes and too much information. Despite some funny general comments on sex, pornography, family, and marriage, the show isn't broad based enough to make nonparents want to hear all about flatulence, pelvic exams, and breast-feeding--at least from someone they have no history with.