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tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-01 11:51 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-01 11:51 pm
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What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fucking fucking fuck.
So on Wednesday I went up to NYC and saw Jerry Springer: The Opera. It was utterly bizarre in what I'm pretty sure is a good way; much brain-breaky resulted from the sheer juxtaposition of Jerry Springer characters singing a fiendishly difficult and, yes, operatic score about their weird fetishes and extramarital affairs. Act I was an episode of the Jerry Springer Show, culminating in a Ku Klux Klan tapdance number(!) and Jerry getting shot onstage, paving the way for Act II, where he goes to hell and Satan forces him to put on a very special episode so he can duke it out with Jesus. Um, yeah. The first act was actually a lot stronger than the second, which wasn't as funny as it could've been--I mean, you have various theological entities all catfighting on Jerry Springer, and the best you can come up with is Jesus being all butthurt over the crucifixion? But the first act was hilarious.
I probably wouldn't have bothered to go had it not been for Les Mis people, and... well. Max von Essen in fishnets and a turquoise miniskirt? Flouncing around stage for his two big numbers, entitled "Chick With a Dick" and "Talk to the Hand?" It doesn't get any more fabulous than that. Even from my back-of-the-second-tier seat I could tell that he was having tons of fun (and that his legs look disturbingly nice in fishnets and high heels). Couldn't really pick out Rob from where I was sitting, not until the very end at least, but I got a big hug at the stage door. ♥ Oh, Rob. Kevin and Ali and Marissa were there at the stage door too.
I passed Studio 54 just as SITPWG was letting out, so I decided to scope out the stage door, but Jeff had already left. Oh well. (Tried to get tickets for the matinee, but it was sold out, woe.)
Greyhound has also hit a new low; I've been stuck on overnight buses next to people with no sense of personal space before, but I'd never actually been groped until the other night. Ewwwww. And this creep totally didn't get the message: I woke up and his hand was in my lap, so I smacked it away and he pretended to be asleep; woke up again and he was stroking my thigh, and I told him to get his hands off me RIGHT NOW; then near the end of the trip he started humping my leg and I went "I TOLD YOU TO STOP TOUCHING ME" loud enough to wake other passengers up, and he finally cut it out for good. If he'd tried again I would've broken his fucking fingers and gotten the bus driver to dump him on the side of I-95. Creep.
In less skeevy news, the piano got delivered today. :D It's glorious.
I probably wouldn't have bothered to go had it not been for Les Mis people, and... well. Max von Essen in fishnets and a turquoise miniskirt? Flouncing around stage for his two big numbers, entitled "Chick With a Dick" and "Talk to the Hand?" It doesn't get any more fabulous than that. Even from my back-of-the-second-tier seat I could tell that he was having tons of fun (and that his legs look disturbingly nice in fishnets and high heels). Couldn't really pick out Rob from where I was sitting, not until the very end at least, but I got a big hug at the stage door. ♥ Oh, Rob. Kevin and Ali and Marissa were there at the stage door too.
I passed Studio 54 just as SITPWG was letting out, so I decided to scope out the stage door, but Jeff had already left. Oh well. (Tried to get tickets for the matinee, but it was sold out, woe.)
Greyhound has also hit a new low; I've been stuck on overnight buses next to people with no sense of personal space before, but I'd never actually been groped until the other night. Ewwwww. And this creep totally didn't get the message: I woke up and his hand was in my lap, so I smacked it away and he pretended to be asleep; woke up again and he was stroking my thigh, and I told him to get his hands off me RIGHT NOW; then near the end of the trip he started humping my leg and I went "I TOLD YOU TO STOP TOUCHING ME" loud enough to wake other passengers up, and he finally cut it out for good. If he'd tried again I would've broken his fucking fingers and gotten the bus driver to dump him on the side of I-95. Creep.
In less skeevy news, the piano got delivered today. :D It's glorious.