Out Tonight rocks.
Anyway.
I got there at 4:30, and there was one other person. So, I plopped down. I was pacing in circles because I couldn't sit still, about to dial my phone, and I thought I saw Adam inside the second lobby, but it was hard to tell because of the reflection in the glass. Door opens, it's him. I wasn't going to say anything; he was going out to make a phone call. I was just going to smile and look away, or something. But he caught my eyes, and before I knew it, I just started talking. We both said hi at the same time, and then exchanged a bunch of various overlapping salutations. I was like "hey, how are you?!" but remained in my little student rush line corner. He came over and was like "what's goin' on? What are you doing?" I pointed at the sign and was like "oh, they're selling student rush." "hm?" "twenty five bucks!" Mild perplexed Adam look. Adam looks at the "student rush line" sign. "oh! F*ckin' A! I should've done that for my wife -- better than eighty!" I wanted to be like "honey,
student" but I left it alone. Then I forgot how to speak, awkward silence, he got to the door. I smiled like a fool and was like "see ya." Then my mom called, so I told her about it. Even though she just said it was weird.
So, the show. Fabulous. All around. Hysterical, for the most part, and just huge huge HUGE acting talent. I'm too tired to go into it play by play, but I will later or in the morning on the main board.
Adam was FANTASTIC. He'll never outgrow some of his campy hand motions, but they worked. He played a womanizing, slightly boyish, slightly immature character called Roger, heh. He was the brother of three girls, all four stuck in a house during a hurricane, going through some of their old stuff. He did a nice little sailor gesture, flailed a bit when he whined at one of the sisters, "Winniiiiie!" etc. He danced with a teddy bear, and almost put on a plush bunny mask. He was being really silly up there, but his part did have some serious moments. I laughed so hard that I cried. I'm so proud of him. What a surprise.
After the show, we waited in the lobby. I was with some friends who wanted to meet him, and I wanted to tell him how great he was. Plus, I was like "damn, I forgot to wish him a happy birthday." So, I looked back for a second and there he was. Liotte was like "go, go get him." I caught his eye for a second, while he was still inside. As he was coming out, I gently tapped his arm and was like "hey, sorry -- I just wanted to tell you you were fantastic." He grabbed onto my hand as if to say "don't go anywhere, hold on," told the guy with him (ironically the man who set up the rush policy -- best guy ever!) something to the effect of finding him later I guess, and then turned back to me. He pulled a very perplexed me over and kissed my cheek, then said thank you. He came over to my friends, too, showered with compliments. Signed some things for them... I waited next to him, just sort of dead. We took a picture, and I said I think I closed my eyes. So we checked, and so did he. I told him "hey, so did you." "Really? F*CK that!" So we took another. Woo. And by then, people saw him and were hovering. He came back after doing all of the autographs and all to say good night to all of us. He said they probably aren't singing at Bloomingdale's tomorrow, and it probably will still happen if it rains. I still forgot to wish him a happy birthday, but it's okay.
All in all, I think I'm most proud that I finally got over myself and my nerves and just talked to him like a normal person. I'd been waiting so long to be subconsciously ready to do that. I expected that he'd be exhausted and antisocial, but he was so friendly. And, more than anything, it was beyond wonderful to have him back on stage again. The charisma the man exudes up there is like nothing anyone else can do.
I was just telling this all to my roommate, and I think this week will be five years since the first time I saw him perform. It was right around now, anyway. I remember people having birthday candles for him.
I'm not sleeping tonight. Totally. Not. Sleeping.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
