Happy Friday, all.
We only saw RIG last night. It was so bloody awful we left at the earliest opportunity. I mean, really, it's the GD MET for chrissakes, and they can't get lead singers who can be heard over the orchestra and chorus? Who can't project their voices over a very lightly orchestrated score that was written with singers in mind!?!
And let's not even discuss the static-stand-center-and-sing staging.
At least we didn't pay for this subscription.
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! :-)