First the good news: not only am I still cancer free, two and half years later (WOOT!) I also had a magnificent dream last night where by future BFF Neil Patrick Harris and his partner lived in a bus next to my window and we played ukuleles together all night long in a desert while sipping [...]
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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 [...] Next time I tell y’all that I’m going to sell a book, sell an apartment, buy a house, and allow an alien fetus to take up residence in my spleenicular cavity SIMULTANEOUSLY, can one of you slap me? In the face? And maybe give me a mean, squinty-eyed, disapproving look at the same time? But then [...] 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 [...] 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 [...] 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 [...] I’ve been thinking a lot about the Roman Empire lately. Which of course leads me to think about the fall of the Roman Empire. And how much I hate those ugly gladiator sandals everyone is wearing, but that’s not really the point. You see, I’m pretty sure I live in Rome. Fine, to be perfectly fair, I [...] Last night? Bachelorette party, baby. And yes, of course, we ended up at a bar with a mechanical bull. But I really need to talk about what happened BEFORE the bull. We took a private pole dancing class. And it was HARD. (That’s what she said.) Not only are my arms and legs screaming in agony, but I [...] Sitting in Bryant Park the other day, I was blinded by the sea of pasty white flesh. Shirtless elderly men, waiting for their turns at the bocce courts, straddled the lawn chairs backwards, the wide expanses of their wrinkled backs exposed to the sun. Business women lounged in their lacy camisoles, but only after carefully folding [...] |
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