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Posted: 6/13/05 at 10:38pm
It was like Woodstock, without the mud and sex. Crowded and sweaty. The Rockettes looked beautiful, and the men were(mostly) in fine voice.
Surprisingly, Tom Wopat fared the best. I recall that he's done a lot of musical theater, and it showed.
Chris Sieber sang a cute ode to Sara... Sara Lee. He proposed doing something naughty to a cinammon roll.
Cheyenne Jackson thought he was at work, since he practically tore his shirt off and humped the microphone.
I left midway when my hopes were dashed. Raul Esparza and Marc Kudisch came out and sat on stools 6' apart. Finally I thought, it's happened. They've worked together for months. They turned and smiled at each other. My blood raced. They're going to declare their feelings through a love song on this summer night.
But it didn't happen. They sang separate love songs to... women! And they sounded terrific, but i knew it was time to leave.
Surprisingly, Tom Wopat fared the best. I recall that he's done a lot of musical theater, and it showed.
Chris Sieber sang a cute ode to Sara... Sara Lee. He proposed doing something naughty to a cinammon roll.
Cheyenne Jackson thought he was at work, since he practically tore his shirt off and humped the microphone.
I left midway when my hopes were dashed. Raul Esparza and Marc Kudisch came out and sat on stools 6' apart. Finally I thought, it's happened. They've worked together for months. They turned and smiled at each other. My blood raced. They're going to declare their feelings through a love song on this summer night.
But it didn't happen. They sang separate love songs to... women! And they sounded terrific, but i knew it was time to leave.
'The Devil be hitting me!'--Whitney Houston
Updated On: 6/14/05 at 10:38 PM