And now our bodies are the guilty ones. Wo-oa-oa-oah…
My Spring has definitely Awoken. I just cried (by myself mind you) the entire way through Spring Awakening. I haven’t done that since Rent. And if you know me, you know how much I love Rent.
Australia, just you wait til this makes it down under. I’ll be there opening night.
Oh, and when I was running for my subway home, the playbill fell out of my coat pocket. I guess I’ll just have to go back for another one. If you get my gist J That and Silas from Weeds normally plays the lead role of Melchior, and he was being understudied tonight. (I can’t give you his real name as the playbill is being trampled underfoot on the C/E Brooklyn bound line). And equally if you know me again, you know how much I love Weeds. And by that I most definitely mean the TV show, not the plant. I actually don’t like Weeds in that sense. I’d rather be awake and watching it than asleep and smoking it.
I saw Mary-Louise Parker on 5th Ave about a fortnight ago. I just about choked on my bagel.
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