Experienced tough money problems, but I got my check. After a few overdraft fees, it's not as substantial as it once was, but there's always Friday. I will be a traveling fiend starting Friday, anyway, and will likely need the cash considering I will be going to Somerville to see Dad & Michele and then Andrea's show; staying with Andrea on Friday, then (I think) going to South Jersey and then to Connecticut on Sunday. Or we're going directly to Connecticut on Saturday, which is more likely. But I honestly have no idea.

Pop Pop's 80th birthday is on Sunday and I will be there for it. It will be ice to see both he and Mom Mom as I did not have the opportunity to see them in April, and I will not have an opportunity to see them any later than now in May.

This is a big week. I have to:
- get together with Sandy and Genevieve to complete our number for Rockstars and Strippers
- get together with Randi to complete our number for Rockstars and Strippers
- firm up and complete the setlist recording for Rockstars and Strippers to send out (I made myself a promise that every show's music would be set no later than a week before the performance)
- nail down the other R&S people and make sure they and I know what we're doing
- e-mail Jamie from R&S to make sure we know when we go on
- work on the Wonderland script for June so when I come back from Connecticut, I get those voiceovers started
- finalize the setlist for Rochester's show and tell everyone what they're doing (and be certain who will actually be there). Alas Rochester's throwing a gear in my wrenches by asking for the music sooner than 1 week before. I've worked with less in less time, so I'm not crazy in hell about that, but I just gotta do it.

...and that's just burlesque. I have crazy work stuff to do that will hopefully involve upwards of 3 signed contracts. More nailing people to the floor, really.

I did enjoy some relaxation with Angie on Saturday, where we also determined what she'll be performing for R&S (and probably again for Rochester) and also Sandy, who I never did get to talk to about what we're doing. But we all hung out, drank a lot, watched Practical Magic and The Devil Wears Prada (the former Sandy had never seen and the latter Angie had never seen). We all got reasonably blitzed, but not sick (bonus for not throwing up, points lost for that meaning all those calories are still inside me... ah well, life's booze's a trade-off).

Sunday was quiet, more or less. I spent a lot of time just listening to the Scissor Sisters, and wandering the internet. Then watched a lot of The View on TiVo. Due neither to Scissor Sisters or The View, I was pretty funk-tastic, and just feeling fairly low.

Monday's already here. I should get to sleep.

***Do you talk about Religion or Deep meaning thoughts when drunk? I don't think I've ever really had those types of thoughts or shared them with anyone while intoxicated. Maybe I should try. I have heard I get sharper, though, with my comments.

***Do you cry when drunk? I do not cry when drunk; however I am at a more emotional state so everything's heightened. I figure I would cry an awful amount if so inclined while drunk.

***Do you get angry when drunk? Same as before, I just get heightened. Things bother me more strongly than I would let them if I were sober. To be fair, I'm not so certain that anything that bothers me while drunk is therefore trivial. It really depends on what pisses me off.

***Do you vomit when drunk? Not as a general rule. Usually when I throw up, I feel miles better. One time I threw up, brushed my teeth, and felt ready to have sex, which is about as "okay" as you can get.

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No more drinking for a while. It just fucks with my dreams.

Very, very tired. I know that last night was filled with debauchery... lots of vodka... and aquatic Disney movies. Lenny, Jamie, and I watched Finding Nemo and The Little Mermaid. We sang "Poor Unfortunate Souls," I quoted nearly all of Ursula's dialogue simultaneously, as Matt looked on in bemusement (he showed up for Mermaid).

At some point, Jamie and I fell asleep on the bed, in our underwear and Matt tucked us in. Jamie was feeling particularly jimmy-arms because I found myself squeezed off the mattress and flat against the dresser because he was so spread out. Other than that, I guess I slept alright, except I kept dreaming about sleeping through my alarm (which I didn't, because those dreams were hours before it went off).

Ah, well. Want to go back to sleep now. I think I shall nap for lunch.

I never wrote about Gay Pride '06. There was just so much. It spanned like 4 days. Well, actually, first off, there was a special show on last Friday. The Cinema East/Nyack cast reunion for eLiz and Matt went off pretty well. I got to speak to matt'sJoe a little more. He's a really nice guy. I also got to meet Carol, who pretty proudly declared that when I was helping her practice for Magenta, that I was the only Riff Raff she'd never had/have sex with.

I obviously didn't perform for the show, although we had some HOH Transies involved. I taped it, and really hope it came out ok. The show itself was a fun, spastic mess, and that was ok, too. Since many of these performers hadn't gotten into costume and on a stage in almost 10 years, it managed pretty well.

Saturday was spent gearing up for HOH's Gay Pride Night. What I loved most about it was that Matt announced it sort of off the cuff, with no intention for it to really become a "theme show" and by the end of it, he and I hijacked the hell out of it, and effectively screwed with casting and costumes, and by the end of it people were saying things like "when we do this next year..." That was fulfilling, really.

But Saturday day was less fun. It all worked out, but it was largely spent fixing up Matt's Crim book. It was very rainbow. And that took some effort. I was able to find all of my stuff I needed in advance, and to great relief. I was playing Eddie and Dr. Scott. About six people that night said "I'd never seen you as Eddie or Dr. Scott!" Yeah, me either!

For Eddie, I ended up wearing the pink Corona t-shirt that I tore the hell up for last year's beach night (Frank, whipping scene). I put on my Broadway Rocky Horror dog tag and the one with Matt's and my names on it. My gay pride chainmail (which has actually stayed on since), my torn-up and marker/paint/make-up'd jeans. This was actually what I was going to wear for Eddie if I got it on Hat Pick Night.

After all the preparation I did for him, though, geez, shortest scene ever. It went by so quickly. I also could barely see anything; I didn't have a lot of time to really adapt to being on stage in a new role--'cause I all of a sudden I had to die.

Richy was Columbia, and that was great. The dance worked out pretty well, and I got a huge audience pop for it, which was invigorating. Just from 0 to 10 to dead is an awful transition I don't wish on anyone; I don't know how Angelo, Genevieve, or Paul does it.

I fortunately had Dr. Scott to look forward to, for which I had a red headdress, red feathers, a white top with sparkly shingles, and red fishnets. I was a drag queen. I also had no idea how to play it. I muddled through Dr. Scott well enough, but I had no idea what characterization to give him in the present attire. Danielle told me that during dinner scene I went from Dame Edna to Maya Angelou. I became a ghetto drag queen with the hand gestures, and I had a lot of fun through "Eddie's Teddy," but I did not get a distinctive read from the crowd _at all_ and I'm not sure if anyone liked it at all.

The rest of the cast was: Sarah as Frank, Liz as Rocky, Danielle as Magenta, Genevieve as Riff Raff, Willow as Brad, and eLiz as Janet.

The night was a lot of fun, though. I wasn't really tired afterwards, but we had to go to sleep because Gay Pride in NYC was going on that following Sunday, and we had to be up by 10. Blecch.

The March was cool, though. I enjoy it every year, but miss being in it. I remembered fondly being on the float some years back and all of a sudden a rush of our walkers appearing when our float finally hit the beginning of the route. That was an amazing, beautiful experience

Matt, Matt's mom, Jamie, jamie'sKristen, and I went for food after the March. Jamie, Matt, and I parted ways with the ladies, and headed for the Pier Dance. As is the rule of the Pier Dance, it was filled to the brim with late 30's-to-late-40's muscley men. The club music wasn't really pumping hard, and it was daylight. The last two years we went, it got progressively lamer. Year 3 was obviously not worth it, either--we left after maybe an hour. Before we did, I managed to see an older man sniff coke. It was very odd to witness. Not really my thing. But I did get 2 Clementine Svedka Vodka drinks.

We headed to xl instead (where I saw Jill Sobule). It's this ultra-hip gay lounge and bar. We didn't get carded and didn't have to pay a cover. Although, y'know, they never carded me for the pier dance either. All of us are of age, but for reason, I just always expect to be made a big deal about because I don't think I look 21 and my state ID has my head turned to the side, an automatic under-age qualifier.

xl was great fun, too. But by the time we were all pretty drunk, Matt wasn't really much in a driving state, and I was in an energetic stage of drunk--I wanted to dance. xl isn't a club, so I was able to persuade (really without any effort) the trio to head to Splash.

Sure enough, Splash was jumpin'-jumpin' and had a $15 cover (which was ok since we didn't drink anything, and xl hadn't charged us entry). I ended up making out with a stranger downstairs, but it was all for fun. We came home around 1, and we did not go to sleep. At about 4 (woohoo!), we all passed out.

I woke up at quarter to 8 .am. or so, head reeling. I popped some Ibuprofen, and slept until 4 p.m., and then headed to gaming relatively back to normal.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was Gay Pride '06.

I went to Liz's St. Patrick's Day party. I had a very good time. I like Liz's apartment; in the living room, it looks like a 40's-musical loving homosexual lives there. In the bed room, it looks like a frat boy lives there. In her bed room's closet, it's a drag queen's paradise. I lay down on her closet floor a few times.

I did have several Smirnoff Ice's, and some other things that Dani and Liz gave me. I also licked gelatin off of Liz's stomach. It was an interesting experience. I also am aware that I hugged onto Chris' legs at some point. I did not however</i> break a glass off the coffee table. That was Angelo's chain on his jeans, but because I was there and clearly moved in reaction, startled, it looked like I did it. Liz wasn't particularly angry about it, but I didn't do it.

I have a very low tolerance for alcohol.

Lots of people were there: Larry, Larry's girlfriend Stephanie, Gamsby, Gamsby's sweet but random girlfriend Amanda (I think that is her name), Spark, Rob, Dani, Casey, Danielle, Michael, Genevieve, Rishard, Chris, Tara, Sarah, Paul, Carrie, Ryan, Josh (the one I met at the 2nd Jeff Mach Overnight and played Riff Raff), and eLiz. I only said goodbye to Carrie and Ryan. Everyone else sorta just disappeared.

Movies that were played in the background: Ghostbusters, Army of Darkness, and the Family Guy movie. I still have to see that last one; it was very low on the TV but looked funny. We (Genevieve and myself) left shortly after the Deetzes arrived in Beetlejuice.

I also spent a good chunk of time towards the end of the party, swapping dirty text messages to Jamie.

"What a night. I was in more laps than a napkin."
-- Sally, Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical

New Years Eve was a lot of fun, even though I was apparently a totally drunk-out-of-my-mind dancing fool and making out with a total stranger wearing plaid. Apparently the man got a little forceful, and Jamie put him in his place. I am lucky to have two strapping lads to defend my honor when I'm too stupid to do so.

Still though, despite the 6 drinks (and ironically Matt is watching the Alcoholics Anonymous episode from Bullshit! behind me), I had a lot of fun. I just don't understand how it lasted 4 hours. It went by so quickly.

The weekend, as a whole, was fabulous. Some of it's still coming back to me, though.