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 As for me, I don’t even know what my name is at the moment. But I think it’s Friday. So you people are probably expecting a uke video. But my throat feels like someone paved it with hot asphalt and then, having changed their mind, jack-hammered out said asphalt and then, having changed their mind again, [...]  I’m having a day. This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company. The story isn’t very good, so I’m not going to tell it to you. But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don’t have time to tell you that I recently discovered they [...] Y’all know well and good how much I love Broadway. Nothing makes me happier than dance belts, spray glitter, jazz hands, and huge choreographed numbers. Truth be told? I have to bite my lip each and every time I settle into my seat and that first swell of music washes over me, just to keep from [...] Rocco and I have spent the last twelve hours fighting over whether or not I’m the same height as John Larroquette. I say he’s not that much taller than I am. Rocco says he’s five inches shorter than Larroquette. I say that’s not that much taller than I am, especially in heels. Rocco says Larroquette doesn’t [...] Mmmm Broadway. I’ve been making out like a bandit with the free tickets again lately. God it’s good to be a theater slut. I’m going to tell you about them in the hopes that maybe you’re planning a trip to NYC where you’ll work me (and some shows) into your itinerary. Last Wednesday I scored an invite [...] Me: Is this the coolest thing you’ve ever seen? *shows page from catalog* Ripped From the Latest Signals Catalog Rocco: Since when do you like Jane Austen? Me: No, the t-shirt! Rocco: *blank stare* Me: *singing* Now bring me prisoner 24601, your time is up and your parole’s begun. You know what that means? Rocco: *blank stare* Me: *whispers* Sing, “Yes it [...] What is it about a tall boy in a peacoat that makes me want to shoop? Before I get into that, be sure to swing by Studio30 to read my ridiculously steamy interview with a famous Becky. While you’re at it, check out today’s Craftastrophe which proves beyond a doubt that I’m going soft. Remember what a [...] I’ve been seeing an awful lot of shows lately that I can’t quite decide how I feel about. The Scottsboro Boys is another one of those tricky creations. The subject matter is much heavier than your typical Broadway musical. The play begins in the Spring of 1931 when nine African American boys – ages 13 – 19 [...] Last night I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the opening night performance of Driving Miss Daisy (Thanks Keri, I totally owe you sexual favors). I don’t know that I have a whole lot to say about the show other than I LOVE JAMES EARL JONES. I would watch him read articles from a [...] So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres. It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all. That bothered me. In fact, I think it’s still bothering me. Or maybe it’s just that freakish Craftastrophe I found this morning. The play [...] |
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