Mornin'
Drive? What is this "drive" y'all speak of?
Writing furiously on a 10-minute one act for submission. Deadline is next Friday. Draft 2. Aaarghhhh!
And I wasted 3 hours yesterday - I was offered a comp to the matinee of CACTUS FLOWER. I should have known better. Oy. Why anyone would want to revive that dated dreck is beyond me. I even tried to leave at intermission, but I was seated down front, and I couldn't get through the line of alteh kakas in the aisle so I ended up staying for the whole thing. The little old lady sitting next to me was fun, though. I think she hated it more than I did ('scuse me, Girly, disliked it more intensely), and we had a few moment whispering caustic comments back and forth.
Okay, back to this still untitled work. 'later, peeps!
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)