I'm so sorry.
I'm having conversations on MSN MSGer with a friend from Melbourne and commenting on the Original Musical Thread.
It sonds like you haven't had a boring night at all...quite interesting really.
My night was disgusting. Why do I work at that greasy, disgusting cesspool?
Oh, it's okay! No problem...
I pity you and your crap job. Truly I do. *sends clean thoughts*
Even I took a shower today!
I have yet to
I will after I have my Queer as Folk fix in 40 minutes!
The orignal musical thread is really getting me stumped
I have yet to
I will after I have my Queer as Folk fix in 40 minutes!
The orignal musical thread is really getting me stumped
Aw. All that grossness from the pit of minimum wage hell, and no shower? Someone must really need their QAF.
I certainly do
And I just have 15 more minutes to wait.
Monday night is my gay TV viewing night
I want a gay tv viewing night.
well hire out Priscilla, The Birdcage, Victor/Victoria etc and make your own
Know what? I will!
Well I'm glad to hear it!
I love me some pride movies.
You did name three of my favorite movies of all time, you know. My only problem with The Birdcage is that I never ever believed even a little for an instant that Robin Williams was attracted to Nathan Lane at all. Ever.
wow...they are three of my favourite movies. Priscilla because...well it's Priscilla (and it gave "I Will Survive" its Gay Anthem qualities {i think}). Birdcage because of the funy script, Nathan Lane and reusing Sondheim songs (Love is Everywhere and Can that Boy Foxtrot! are among my favourite Unsung Sondheim) and Victor/Victoria because Henry Mancinni's score is divine, the screenplay, though it does tend to drag a little after you have watched it too many times, is poignant yet humorous, and it has Julie Andrews!
I was actually singing Guy Pearce's little song today with a friend of mine.
A desert holiday
let's pack the drag away
you bring the lunch and tea
I'll bring the ecstasy
F*ck off, you silly queer
I'm getting out of here
A desert holiday
hip hip hip HIP hooray!
We rented all those movies as well as "To Wong Foo thanks for everything, Julie Newmar" (which we didn't know was just a cheap attempt to Americanize and tame Priscilla) on my seventeenth birthday, and sat around wearing outrageous makeup and wishing we were drag queens. Good times.
Did I mention that was my idea of a party? Yeah...I'm a good kid.
I'm not sure every parent would think having their daughter dress in drag, doing the hula and watching Iconic Gay Films is a good thing.
But don't worry, I'm a good, innocent one too. I'm worried about Wednesday as I'm sure I'm going to be corrupted somehow. Oh well. In 48 hours I will be off and well and truly starting my partying. The night will still be young (11:22 pm) and I'm going to have a ball!
(i hope)
Aww, have fun in advance! My parents were out of town that weekend, by the way. Well, my dad was. My mom was at her house.
Heh. I spent my eighteenth birthday...let's see...I went to class, went to work, got a cake in the mail from my mother (which was so cute), went out to dinner with some friends--chinese at the mall.
My real bday present was going to NYC that weekend to see The Frogs.
NO WAY!!!
That would seriously be the best Birthday present I could get. To go see a Sondheim musical, directed by Susan Stroman and starring Nathan Lane...heaven. Then again, I've never seen a Broadway Musical!
::cries::
It was the only one I've ever seen, honey. *pats*
And don't forget Roger Bart!!!!
Roger Bart makes my stomach do little gymnastic routines.
of course.
so I'll take it you enjoyed the show?
I loved it. Not so much that I couldn't see the flaws in the book, but the combination of Roger, Nathan, Stroman's stuff, Sondheim, and the costumes kind of made me fall out of my chair spasming.
I can Imagine! I can Imagine!
I'm having spasms just thinking about it!
Careful, honey, don't hurt yourself.
too late. I wet myself
Er...nice.
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