Friday, November 14, 2003

It’s Friday and I am off to Albany for the weekend. I’m going so that I can spend time with the moms and the dads. They are in dire need of some love. I know Thanksgiving is only two weeks away, but my parents are hella depressed these days. I am hoping that my visit will lift their spirits a bit. And mine.

The other night Mariah took a couple of us to see Little Shop of Horrors on Broadway! It is like my favorite show of all time. The whole experience was wonderful. I have to admit that I was not a fan of the girl who played Audrey. I thought her performance was weak and that she made some pretty bad acting choices. Seymour had a couple of nice moments, but irritated me and the rest of the audience with his inexperienced physical comedy skills. Thinking back on it, it could be the direction that was way off and not the actors. It’s hard to tell. Some of the show was brilliant and some of it was terrible. Bad direction should have led to the whole show falling on its face. But really…I only found Audrey and Seymour to be the ones falling on their faces. Ah well.
However, the show was not a total wash. Not in the least! The Doo-Wop girls were sensational and the dentist stole the show. I also thought that the set and the lighting was out of this world.

To sum it up, I think Kelly hit the nail on the head when she turned to me and said: “Thank God there is a talking plant in this musical.” It is so much fun to go to the theatre and I always walk away with a deep aching to be on the stage. Oh how I wish I could have the chance to play the part of Seymour in this musical. Oh how I WISH!

Last night I ate a whole bag of chewy sprees. I woke up with no teeth in my mouth. I had to gum my first cigarette of the day.

I also tuned in to Friends for the first time in years. That Monica Geller…man…she puts me in stitches. Is it wrong that I want to grow up to be just like her? She is everything I want to be as a girl.

Alrighty…have a great weekend everyone!

It’s time for me to go hug my mom and dad.




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