Monday, May 12, 2003
MAMMA MIA!
MAMMA MIA!
MAMMA MIA LET ME GO!
I saw Mamma Mia this weekend in the Winter Garden Theater. Same place that Cats used to be in. I must say, this show was just about the best thing I have seen in forever. The music is absolutely wonderful and the show, itself, proves to be the most uplifting and upbeat piece of theater out there. During a time when most of us can’t seem to put a smile on our face, Mamma Mia shows up and allows you to laugh and more importantly, be comfortable in laughing. I don’t want to go into too much detail about the performance because everyone should have a chance to see it firsthand. But if you are looking for a way to cheer yourself up or to end a bad week on a really good note, this show is the way to go. Gosh, I just loved it. (my mom bought me the soundtrack as soon as we left the theater)(I’m such a queen sometimes)
Had an absolutely incredible weekend. Went to a house party, a club, a Broadway Show, a famous restaurant for lunch, and basically had a smile on my face the whole time. Being able to see my mother on Saturday made my entire weekend. I rarely get to see her on Mother’s Day, but this year, I spent it with both my granny and my mom. Well, my dad was there too, but he’s not special until mid-June.
My granny is getting super old. On the outside she looks great, totally healthy and vibrant. She’s deaf-ish, but has been that way for as long as I can remember. But on this visit, I noticed that she was having a really difficult time walking. I’m talking so difficult - that because of her foot pain, she wasn’t able to see my apartment. Too many flights of stairs. It took us about a half an hour to walk four blocks. She was very positive during the entire trip, but at the same time I could tell that she was in pedestrian anguish. When we got to the theater, we quickly took our seats and my dad double checked to make sure that we were all in the appropriate places. I glanced at the seat numbers and assured him that we were. As the show is about ready to start, these two assholes show up and accuse us of sitting in their seats. My mom whips out our tickets and my granny starts in on my father about how he should have checked the seat numbers. The three of them stand up and the usher comes over to explain that we can’t just “move over one seat”. She wanted to see the tickets and since the show was just about to start, she was very aggressive and obnoxious.
My dad hands the usher bitch the tickets and while she is glancing them over, the couple starts complaining that they want to sit and look at the playbill before the show starts. “This is turning into the biggest hassle”, the woman said. Then don’t show up 34 seconds before the show starts you fucking asshole! Anyways…as the chaos peaks, my dad yells out in the middle of the Broadway Theater “I don’t know where the hell you want us to sit, but make a choice and stick with it!” Everyone in front of us turns around and glares at my father. I immediately bury my head in my hands and feel the embarrassment cover my face. There is murmuring in the crowd as to who the crazy man is in the back. I stand up, move over one seat, and tell my family to shut the fuck up. “Just ignore these assholes. It’s not your fault”, I say to my father. Finally it all got straightened out and when my dad and I were having a cigarette during intermission, I gave him a hug and told him that I was sorry that I had gotten the seat numbers wrong. He wasn’t angry with me…just frustrated with “three women bitching in his ear”. Fortunately the second act started without a hitch.
snores.
Tonight, my office is throwing their biggest event of the year. It’s an annual dinner that we hope will raise close to 2 million dollas! Basically the entire thing is fucking boresville, but there will be free champagne by the gallons and a free dinner as well. I plan to leave as soon as my plate is clean and right before the speeches start. I figure that I can be at Paul’s apartment before Mr. Personality starts. Yes, you read that correctly. I am bowing out of a million-dollar dinner before the speeches so that I can rush home to watch the lamest show on the planet. Don’t judge me. Don’t EVER judge me.
So Joanna and I went to a house party this weekend. Well, more like an apartment party. At first I was very skeptical of us going, cuz I hadn’t met anyone there before and Joanna and I are still new-ish friends. But…turns out that the party was AMAZING and I had the best time ever. The people were all doctor’s and lawyers and straight straight straight. So, as soon as I was done schmoozing and realizing that there was no chance of me ever landing myself a surgeon, we phoned up Mariah and took off for some gay fun. Gay it was. Well, that is if gay means fucking lame. Mariah and I hated the club we went to, so instead we went in and out of bars all over Times Square and then set off on a trek to find a 24-hour McDonalds. No such luck, but after wandering around for 45 minutes, I realized that earlier that day I had created my own special version of homemade macaroni and cheese. It was so fucking bomb that Mariah and I ate the entire batch in a matter of 6 minutes. I mean, we ATE and ATE and ATE. And then we fell asleep on my couch. But not before blaring Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album at speaker breaking volumes. It was the funnest.
Fuck you for thinking that I really use the word “funnest”..
Fuck you man.
Yeah.
yeah.
Just found out that there may be a donor giving us a 3 million-dollar gift tonight at our dinner. UM! That is so good for so many reasons. Most importantly being that raise time is coming in July and I am so in need of some cold hard cash. If the gift is announced at the dinner, there is no way that my boss can tell me that there is no money left for a substantial raise. heh heh heh! Oh please let us get this money…
I am wearing a suit jacket and tie tonight. Kind of excited about that. I never get to dress up. The only thing is that the pants I am wearing are getting pretty tight. I was sure that I wouldn’t fit into them this morning, cuz a month ago, I couldn’t. But when I tried them on this morning, guess who looked fucking fly in their slacks?!? Well, not me, but I was still able to get the button shut. When I told my parents that I might not be able to wear my nicest slacks cuz of fatness, they burst out laughing and explained that I shouldn’t have grown out of my pants at the age of 25. “But I’m not fat!”, I exclaimed. “Then you should be able to fit into your slacks”, my mom said. “Oh, then I’m fat”, I added. Cept I do in fact (in fat) fit into them now, so rock! It’s pretty disconcerting to grow out of clothes. Especially when summer is right around the corner and I want to be able to show off my hotness at the beach. Yeah right, like I ever go to the beach to show off hotness. I go for the hot dogs and burgers! Cuz I’m fat!
All right…time to go beat one in the bathroom. Hope I don’t get caught this time…
MAMMA MIA!
MAMMA MIA LET ME GO!
I saw Mamma Mia this weekend in the Winter Garden Theater. Same place that Cats used to be in. I must say, this show was just about the best thing I have seen in forever. The music is absolutely wonderful and the show, itself, proves to be the most uplifting and upbeat piece of theater out there. During a time when most of us can’t seem to put a smile on our face, Mamma Mia shows up and allows you to laugh and more importantly, be comfortable in laughing. I don’t want to go into too much detail about the performance because everyone should have a chance to see it firsthand. But if you are looking for a way to cheer yourself up or to end a bad week on a really good note, this show is the way to go. Gosh, I just loved it. (my mom bought me the soundtrack as soon as we left the theater)(I’m such a queen sometimes)
Had an absolutely incredible weekend. Went to a house party, a club, a Broadway Show, a famous restaurant for lunch, and basically had a smile on my face the whole time. Being able to see my mother on Saturday made my entire weekend. I rarely get to see her on Mother’s Day, but this year, I spent it with both my granny and my mom. Well, my dad was there too, but he’s not special until mid-June.
My granny is getting super old. On the outside she looks great, totally healthy and vibrant. She’s deaf-ish, but has been that way for as long as I can remember. But on this visit, I noticed that she was having a really difficult time walking. I’m talking so difficult - that because of her foot pain, she wasn’t able to see my apartment. Too many flights of stairs. It took us about a half an hour to walk four blocks. She was very positive during the entire trip, but at the same time I could tell that she was in pedestrian anguish. When we got to the theater, we quickly took our seats and my dad double checked to make sure that we were all in the appropriate places. I glanced at the seat numbers and assured him that we were. As the show is about ready to start, these two assholes show up and accuse us of sitting in their seats. My mom whips out our tickets and my granny starts in on my father about how he should have checked the seat numbers. The three of them stand up and the usher comes over to explain that we can’t just “move over one seat”. She wanted to see the tickets and since the show was just about to start, she was very aggressive and obnoxious.
My dad hands the usher bitch the tickets and while she is glancing them over, the couple starts complaining that they want to sit and look at the playbill before the show starts. “This is turning into the biggest hassle”, the woman said. Then don’t show up 34 seconds before the show starts you fucking asshole! Anyways…as the chaos peaks, my dad yells out in the middle of the Broadway Theater “I don’t know where the hell you want us to sit, but make a choice and stick with it!” Everyone in front of us turns around and glares at my father. I immediately bury my head in my hands and feel the embarrassment cover my face. There is murmuring in the crowd as to who the crazy man is in the back. I stand up, move over one seat, and tell my family to shut the fuck up. “Just ignore these assholes. It’s not your fault”, I say to my father. Finally it all got straightened out and when my dad and I were having a cigarette during intermission, I gave him a hug and told him that I was sorry that I had gotten the seat numbers wrong. He wasn’t angry with me…just frustrated with “three women bitching in his ear”. Fortunately the second act started without a hitch.
snores.
Tonight, my office is throwing their biggest event of the year. It’s an annual dinner that we hope will raise close to 2 million dollas! Basically the entire thing is fucking boresville, but there will be free champagne by the gallons and a free dinner as well. I plan to leave as soon as my plate is clean and right before the speeches start. I figure that I can be at Paul’s apartment before Mr. Personality starts. Yes, you read that correctly. I am bowing out of a million-dollar dinner before the speeches so that I can rush home to watch the lamest show on the planet. Don’t judge me. Don’t EVER judge me.
So Joanna and I went to a house party this weekend. Well, more like an apartment party. At first I was very skeptical of us going, cuz I hadn’t met anyone there before and Joanna and I are still new-ish friends. But…turns out that the party was AMAZING and I had the best time ever. The people were all doctor’s and lawyers and straight straight straight. So, as soon as I was done schmoozing and realizing that there was no chance of me ever landing myself a surgeon, we phoned up Mariah and took off for some gay fun. Gay it was. Well, that is if gay means fucking lame. Mariah and I hated the club we went to, so instead we went in and out of bars all over Times Square and then set off on a trek to find a 24-hour McDonalds. No such luck, but after wandering around for 45 minutes, I realized that earlier that day I had created my own special version of homemade macaroni and cheese. It was so fucking bomb that Mariah and I ate the entire batch in a matter of 6 minutes. I mean, we ATE and ATE and ATE. And then we fell asleep on my couch. But not before blaring Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album at speaker breaking volumes. It was the funnest.
Fuck you for thinking that I really use the word “funnest”..
Fuck you man.
Yeah.
yeah.
Just found out that there may be a donor giving us a 3 million-dollar gift tonight at our dinner. UM! That is so good for so many reasons. Most importantly being that raise time is coming in July and I am so in need of some cold hard cash. If the gift is announced at the dinner, there is no way that my boss can tell me that there is no money left for a substantial raise. heh heh heh! Oh please let us get this money…
I am wearing a suit jacket and tie tonight. Kind of excited about that. I never get to dress up. The only thing is that the pants I am wearing are getting pretty tight. I was sure that I wouldn’t fit into them this morning, cuz a month ago, I couldn’t. But when I tried them on this morning, guess who looked fucking fly in their slacks?!? Well, not me, but I was still able to get the button shut. When I told my parents that I might not be able to wear my nicest slacks cuz of fatness, they burst out laughing and explained that I shouldn’t have grown out of my pants at the age of 25. “But I’m not fat!”, I exclaimed. “Then you should be able to fit into your slacks”, my mom said. “Oh, then I’m fat”, I added. Cept I do in fact (in fat) fit into them now, so rock! It’s pretty disconcerting to grow out of clothes. Especially when summer is right around the corner and I want to be able to show off my hotness at the beach. Yeah right, like I ever go to the beach to show off hotness. I go for the hot dogs and burgers! Cuz I’m fat!
All right…time to go beat one in the bathroom. Hope I don’t get caught this time…
