Dakota

About a half hour after I found five songs from The Beekeeper had leaked, the rest of the album leaked as well. I have no shame in downloading music I intend on buying. In any case, I'm halfway through it. I'll be writing more about when I'm through.

The show this past evening was pretty atrocious. Amusing and fun, but atrocious. We had an audience of a dwindling 25. Something of a post-holiday lull, although that seems to be all we ever get when it's not a "big show." We've become a big-show-cast. Sad, that. Maybe once college is back in session.

Katie and I had a lot of fun as Janet and Brad, and we were so terribly off it was great. Sarah was looking awesome tonight as Cher-Frank. I didn't see much else, but how fucking gorgeous is Willow as Magenta... I mean, geez.

For Floorshow, I realized that when my shoe came flying off last week during kickline when I was Rocky, I never went to get it. Shit. Well, that doesn't explain the wearing of a sock for a fishnet glove... Well. Yes. Anyway. For all of lab scene, I had my rain-scene-pants stuck around my shoe. So I continued the motif during Floorshow. It apparently was greatly amusing.

Diner was also quite nice. Good, different mixing. Pleasant stuff. Ok, I'm way to brain-itchy to keep up a narrative. Another time.

Ok, so I can't sit still. So, I'll keep writing. On Friday, Matt and I went into the City and we got tickets for La Cage aux Folles for this Wednesday, 12 Angry Men for the Wednesday after that, and Mamma Mia! for the Wednesday after that. Nifty, nifty, nifty.

That night, we went to see Elektra. ( Read more... )

Matt and I slept a lot of Saturday away because we up in the early morning making with the love. Simply announcing that just to explain for why it's 8.29 AM and it feels like it's maybe midnight. I should go crawl into bed and just let Matt's warmth soothe me to sleep.

I have been seriously falling in love with Matt all over again in these recent days. It's not the money. It's the relaxed state the money has brought to him. He can keep it all to himself if he promises to stay as happy as he has been the last two weeks.

This was just a fucked up, manic day. I actually spent a few minutes just bounding up and down the hall to "Sisters Are Doing it For Themselves" because I just had this very strange lethargic energy and apparently that was a way to exercise it.

It was something of an uncomfortable evening. I keep floating in an out of The Golden Globes, but I don't care about it like I used to. That also troubles me. I used to be all about the awards ceremonies.

Matt needs to come home now and do some serious bonding in front of the DVD player with me.