Complicated, tough week. I was on the verge a few times and actually fell off it one night where I basically just sobbed myself to unconsciousness. It had been a while; I'll consider it therapeutic.

Through the jimble-jambled emotions, I experienced another HOH performance at Randi's last show, had a 2-day tradeshow in East Stroudsburg, PA that may prove to be quite useful, learned that Pop Pop had made a turn for the worse and then made a full recovery within days of panic, and generally felt overwhelmed by everything.

Here's to a better week.

I did not stay for the show tonight. As of tonight, I am no longer a member of the Home of Happiness. I couldn't stay on, feeling like I was on a wagon on fire hurtling towards sheep. I left with a large chunk of the "older cast members" (out of respect for their privacy and right to air their own a public forum, I will not use names at this point since I'm probably the first one writing about it). But all of my training period cohorts are gone, and while most everyone I am leaving on ambiguous or quite good terms with (particularly my White Elephants), it's very weird and very wrong to not call myself a Rocky Horror castmember. It hurts. A lot.

I haven't cried. I will. Six years is a long time. And I hate how it all went down.

I'm pretty sure I would have stayed and played out my last show, too, just to say goodbye, but Matt needed me to help clear out the props and I just cannot stay on a cast that I ethically don't agree with and feel invalidated on. And all of cast was invalidated tonight, whether they realize it or not. Good luck to them, though-- no hard feelings to the castmembers of the Home of Happiness at all. I truly hope they pull through with all their endeavors and that the heads of state get their shit together and unify the cast.

This year has sucked so much out of me and yet has been filled with the good things (particularly my White Elephants)... I don't even know what to do with myself.

Trick or treat.

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Six years ago today, I graduated high school.

That night I saw Jake--my first boyfriend--for the last time, and played Brad at the annual Anniversary Show.

Haven't written very much as of late. More tired and busy than anything else. And when I'm at the computer, I find myself rarely really interested in typing anything out.

So, selections from the original cast recording:

- Lost my wallet. I'm hoping in my house. I last used it on Monday, I think. I am baffled... I would really like to find it, right now. I have looked what I consider everywhere, but not what the wallet considers everywhere. Because then I would have found it. Right. Fuck.

- I like the new Tori Amos. Maybe a long, rambling review later, but I think it's pretty solid. However, as it has been since Scarlet's Walk, it's far too long. If Tori was still making singles, I could have come up with some awesome track listings that would have kept all the tracks (well, most of them) and presented them in a way that her fans would have creamed over, and wouldn't have cluttered up an album. But what's good is really good. Best: "Bouncing Off Clouds," "Almost Rosey," "Mr. Bad Man," "Digital Ghost," "Body and Soul," and "Smokey Joe."

- Saw Spider-Man 3 and will be in the minority when I say that didn't suck, and that I liked it more than the first two. That said, it wasn't that great (a B- at best) and suffered from pacing, bad casting (Kirsten Dunst, your services are no longer required here), and packing in too many okay subplots instead of one great main one. Tobey Maguire was annoying as ever, Topher Grace was actually quite excellent (I admit, I had my doubts), and while James Franco is quite dreamy, his turn from bad to good was the exact opposite of Hayden Christensen's Anakin from Revenge of the Sith. Just exchange devious Palpatine with dark mojo for unimportant butler with 3 lines of "wisdom."

- Watched Cellular with Matt. While it grows tiresome to hear Kim Basinger exclaim "Oh my God" every few minutes, it was an entertaining 2 hours. Chris Evans was quite likable, and made the picture. And, aw, William H. Macy, you are so cute and clueless. Has he yet played an actual puppy yet, 'cause he could do it!

- Fairytale Night came and went. A lot of work went into it, and the planning for it was so longterm that it's bizarre for it to be over. I actually hesitated in throwing away notes I made for it months ago; I had to remind myself it already happened. It was a good show, though, and I was very happy with each performance. I also enjoyed deviating from the normal Riff Raff of mine and playing the Mad Hatter. My Riff had never been more of a loon. My face did hurt from all that smiling, though. I haven't seen one photo from the actual show, though, which makes me sad since there were a million taken for Zombie Night (awesome in it's own right).

- Went to Switch on Sunday with Jamie. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I don't think I'm going again any time soon, but I really had fun.

I honestly thought more had happened since last week, but maybe not? Just getting through it all as usual.

Some stuff...

I - Zombie Night, now a week past, was excellent. I was never really that excited about it, but I managed to channel something into that night (rage, grief, and frustration among them) and it came off splendidly. It ended a bit abruptly, but otherwise a solid night. More importantly, a great show. Among the highlights:

A. "Thriller" as Floorshow going down without a hitch
B. Trixie with me and Genevieve coming out better than either of us could have expected (we did "Bring Me to Life" as a sound drop)
C. all-around Transylvanian-as-Zombies goofiness
D. Liz's lack-of-eyes (Casey is awesome--it came out just as effective as it did for Halloween, and was perfect for Magenta)
E. Regina as a speechless, glaring dead Frank
F. The show belonged to Richy, who folded his legs backwards in half in pants to create a Dr. Scott severed at the knee. It was thoroughly horrifying and delightful.
G. Really, everyone was on their game.


II - Last night's show was also good. It was, uh, intimate, but despite the small numbers, I enjoyed myself. Another coo about Richy: he is one of the Frank's that I've seen that truly 'gets it.' He is never off when off stage, and remains consistent throughout. Jordana's lack-of-eyebrows also looked good, I'm pretty sure Dante could manage to make playing an embalmed gerbil look cluelessly adorable (he filled in for Dr. Scott), and Danielle and I had our usual party for two as Magenta and Riff Raff.


III - HUMANWINE last Tuesday was great! They did a flawless performance.

A. We also got to see NaNuchKa, an predominantly Israeli-born trio (their drummer was American) who were fabulous on stage (even if their CD failed to sound much like the qualities that made me like them on stage) and HUMANWINE themselves were delish. The show was at a bowling ally of all places, in Asbury Park. The stage was ON the allies. I didn't really understand. But, Holly was like inches away from me (I sat on a platform; Holly and M@ on the floor, Brian and the bassist on the stage) and sang her heart out. I even re-listened to For Burning Cities Present (their debut) and realized I liked it after dismissing it earlier. Their new album, FIghting Naked is pretty great with the exception of "Rivolta Silenziosa." I do not like the new version of that.

B. I got to help them carry stuff out to their van afterward, and spend time fawning over Brian Viglione, who signed a drumstick for me. The first opening act's Shannon (her band is Strange Things Done in the Midnight Sun... decent noise with a great female vocalist) told Brian that I was trying to find a way to make Brian homosexual; he was gracious and flattered (shook my hand four or so times during the conversation) and said he was sorry he could not reciprocate but loved me back as a music lover. Ah, well. They are all class acts.


IV - The Rocky Horror Tribute Show on Broadway was a bit of a let-down, even if I consider the moral benefits to raise breast cancer awareness that it was really for. Admittedly, I was not there for that; I was there for Rocky Horror. The $50 ticket seemed a bit steep, but it looked to be a fun night. It was in fact, though short. Neil Patrick Harris performed as the Narrator with this wonderful British accent. He was fantastic; taking AP in stride, commenting on the goings-on, and presenting himself very professionally and faux-stoically. Loved him. Hey, he's gay--forget you Brian! Yeah! Meh, my heart belongs to another. The Eddie was awful, the Janet decent, the Brad blecch, the Rocky great, the Frank (Kevin Cahoon!!) amazing, the Magenta great, the Columbia decent, the Dr. Scott decent, and the Riff Raff (Harris' boyfriend) ok. I did have a great time there; it just seemed to end to quickly, and well, nothing can beat the Broadway cast from 2000. It just cannot be done... and from the sound of some vocal theatrics (namely Janet in "Toucha" and Riff Raff in "Spaceship"), they were trying.

That sums up most of last week (not covered: home life, writing, and work--which all happened, too.) In completely wrong order. I've been cleaning. I'm all sweaty.

"ps- you were amazing in the show this weekend, i love your riff, god you play him like sex..."
--Josh (audience member/friend)

Whew.

A short weekend, as always. It's kind of a shame to have it go by so fast because it means I have to go back to a work/exhaustion schedule but maybe it's for the best to have passed.

Rocky Horror, as a show, was great. I was proud of my performance (as Riff Raff), and working with Danielle is always the best thing to ask for. I didn't see a lot of Randi's performance, but from what I could see, she did a capable performance and since she chose probably the hardest character to play for her birthday (Frank, who can too easily look goofy or clunky), it was that much more impressive. It was a good show.

I slept through most of today after going to bed sometime around 7 this morning. I was awfully tired and mentally wound up. I have decided to not perform at either next week's or the Christmas show; I just need the time off, and I won't be helping anyone if my heart's not into it.

On a positive note, we have a really nice and funny new castmember (Shawn from Indiana). I look forward to working with him, as I think he'll be an asset; I especially respect his interest in joining cast after being with another for so long. I think he will adjust nicely.

So much going on, I don't really have much interest to write about it.

Basically, we have moved. The apartment is empty and out of our hands... everything has been moved over. While not everything (most things) is in it's place here, it's at least here. We were inspiring, though, Matt and I with our to and fro antics last night.

It culminated in what I'd consider a pretty decent Frank for the third and final Halloween show. My Riff Raff was my best, this Saturday, and I put in I guess a pretty good Brad. No surprises, nothing destructive. A word of note: Carrie has retired, and I wish her (and Ryan) all the best.

Meanwhile my flesh has been beat and twisted, but the house is filled with things.

It was a good show last night. I had a rough day, though, so the irony of all as that I wasn't sure if I was up to the task of Frank by the time I got to the theatre. I was able to pull it together, though, and I think turned in at least a competent performance.

Something was wrong with the sound system and/or the lens because the film looked like ti was being slightly chopped off and static kept permeating; I noticed the later only during "Planet Schmanet" and on.

We worked hard on the house on Saturday. Many thanks go out to Jamie and Randi for coming and helping. Maria, Ed, and Anna were also there, but they were driving me kind of nuts with their back-and-forth. Tomorrow, we trudge on, with additional paint. Well, "additional;" technically all we did on Saturday was primer. Oi.

Lots to do.

While I feel like a whiny bitch in the process, Sean graciously accepted my request that we switch. I owe him one.

For the first time in weeks and months, people I have bugged to come to show, are finally coming again.

I am tech this week. For the first time in years. This isn't even a diva moment; this is me being a better performer than tech person, and not really wanting to do it on a tight cast list (8 people called out...8!) and when friends of mine are finally showing up.

I am going to be particularly miserable this week.

On Friday, I performed at the SalonCon. It was a Victorian-inspired convention that really wasn't much of either. However, I got involved as a favor to Genevieve, who was in charge of two of the events at the convention. I then became very self-centered and became that much more involved.

I have long wanted to be able to be a performer, in a cabaret sort-of way. Going to drag shows, doing live preshows for Rocky Horror, performing at the JeffMach events, and simply playing Riff Raff and Frank at the show, has made me realize this, despite my reservedness and my inability to sing live or take much choreography direction. I finally was able to take my very first step at a legit emcee role.

At the burlesque show that Genevieved directed, I was the master of ceremonies and introduced each of the acts, with a imagined character (I named him Viktor Devonne, although I never actually introduced myself as such for the show.) He was of suspicious ethnicity; I kept switching up my accents. I was able to actually have that seem charming as opposed to annoying, which was relieving. If I had been less nervous, I probably would've just stuck with one, but since I willingly made light of it, it seemed to work out.

I loved my outfit; the hat made it--the top hat that Genevieve lent to me. I want one now. I white-d my face, blacked my eyelashes and lids, lipsticked my lips, wore my Brad black pants, a white dress shirt, and an askew bowtie and added a jaunt in my step.

I had a whole impromptu dance number before the actual acts (it was intended to be a subtle transition between the letting-in music and the actual acts of the night, but since there were no chairs of any type, I cleared the dance floor by grinding (and actually faux-ballroom dancing, something I had definitely not intended to do) with unsuspecting attendees and then making my way to the forefront. It was all a swirl. I didn't get to see the actual performances in whole (much of them, and I saw all the rehearsals), but they were:

- Knockin' by Lumincent Orchestrii, and starring Liz, Randi, and Dani.
I found this song on a messageboard; someone was comparing them to the Dresden Dolls. Figuring Genevieve would like it, I put it on a mix. Some months later and it's the first number of this show. Genevieve and Liz choreographed this, and it was a preshow at our own theatre a few weeks ago. This was the most straight-forward strip tease of the night.

- I Want You by Rachael Yamagata, and starring Genevieve and Danielle.
This was supercute. Genevieve played the seductress and Danielle the unsuspecting ingenue. It came off really well, and I know they worked really hard on it. This was a strip/vaudeville act.

- Wicked Woman, Foolish Man by August Darnell, and starring Sarah and Regina.
Regina was a last-minute addition to the cast, and this song was a very late addition to the set. I suggested it to Genevieve, and I'm pretty sure no one has ever heard of it. It's on the Dick Tracy soundtrack. This was S&M-flavored and was predominately vaudeville, with Regina taking the slapstick role as a Foolish Man and Sarah working the Wicked Woman (with a riding crop no less) persona, and had the most elaborate concept.

- Candyman by Christina Aguilera, and starring Jordana, Lauren, and George.
When rummaging for songs, Genevieve and I found this one (it was actually the second Aguilera song I suggested; the first being "Welcome" for Angie's solo). Hearing this song the first time made me extremely happy, and Genevieve fortunately agreed it could work. I was almost in the duet with Sarah, when it was still in the making (Jill Sobule's "Resistance Song" and Joan Osborne's "If I Was Your Man" were considered), and when Genevieve realized she didn't have anything for Lauren and/or Jordana yet, this seemed the most natural fit. This required me getting a long coat and lining it with wrapped candy like a watch salesman, or a drug pusher. Genevieve and I worked on the choreography, with her taking the lead on the Jordana/Lauren interaction. We did this as a preshow last week. The candy lining kept falling apart, but fortunately only during rehearsals. It's still on the coat, in fact. This was straight-up vaudeville.

- Gravity by the Dresden Dolls, and starring Angie.
The only act that Genevieve wasn't directly involved in, and the most choreography-heavy (which was conceived by Angie herself). A sweeping ballet cum punk act that ended the show perfectly. Considering the fact that Angie didn't even know the song when it was suggested made it that much more impressive.

It was a fabulous time; it actually seemed too short, because no one was ready for it to end. Maybe one more number would've been for the best, but as my father drilled into my head about live performance: "Always leave them wanting more." Indeed we did.

Rocky the next night seemed almost subdued in comparison, although it was a fully realized show; no particular incidents or fallings out.

I spent tonight particularly covered in nostalgia, as I helped Matt and Maria run wires in the basement of the new house. I quipped that should've invited Spark; then it really would've been a full company wiring outing.

The Home of Happiness is mentioned on the official Rocky Horror site (run by Fox) in conjunction with the Shock Treatment show this Friday.

Celluloid Jam (the RHPS Daily community I run) is also listed on the website...!

Last night's show was good and bad. It was probably a fine show for everyone else, but I had a pretty awful time as Brad. Working with Danielle helped me get through it, but I was not feeling it in the slightest. I felt completely unprepared, and a mess... I hadn't performed it straight in such a long time, I just didn't have everything with me, and while I had my choreography burned into my brain, I just don't feel I was doing very well. I know I did kickline very well and I know I pretty much nailed "Damnit Janet" because I barely even going through the motions for the rest of it. No more Brad for a long while, if I can help it.

The highlight of the night was the preshow, where was just me (and 2 lines from Genevieve). Spoke word preshows can be instant death, but this one went over well. I had a horrible time getting my nerve up (improvisation I can fake, but scripted lines I am convinced that I will fuck up... I did the same thing when it came to MSU-Mike's movie). But! It worked out, and the audience laughed. And apparently it wasn't obvious that I kept staring at my clipboard with the script on it. So it worked! Yay!

Right now, I'm home alone because Matt is in Ohio. He will be back tomorrow. He was in a car accident on Thursday. He is fine, but apparently the front of his car is a total mess. It's being worked on, and he's getting a rental car. We will be using that to go away for my birthday. Matt, Jamie, and I are going to Montreal the day before my birthday and staying the weekend.

I had a really, really great Beach Night show. It was the best theme night in a very long time, and I felt completely comfortable and at ease the entire night. I was very happy with my costume, which was constructed from a ankle-length sundress that I shredded into a pirate shirt with tails.

I used Genevieve's mesh, poofy pants and Michael's moccasin boots (against initial judgment... while I had difficulty doing my usual Riff Raff hobble in them, I was able to bound, which worked with this interp of the role). With a bandana from Hot Topic and a necklace that didn't see the end of Time Warp (the lower half of it broke off and flew across the stage mid-step-to-the-right), I felt pretty cool (in terms of air-conditioning because I'm usually so warm as Riff Raff). Lauren was a top-notch Magenta, and Genevieve and Danielle dressed her well.

For space scene, we were old Miami retirees, which went over better than it even should have. The audience was quiet with AP lines during most of the scene, so I was able to manage a few verbal lines that really helped carry the otherwise lame, lame, lame idea. I donated the huge golf club that I got for the role, to cast immediately after. I have no real use for a huge novelty golf club. Oddly.

Everyone else looked good. Sarah was able to take my dregs of last year's, and make them work. Genevieve made a great cannibal, and Jeremy got a huge pop with his fat-woman suit. As for Richy, it's just become traditional for him to look adorable.

So, yeah, splendid show that went over great. I am so relieved, and at the end of it, totally wanted to do it again. And again and again, at different angles!

I am famous...

From our guestbook...

<%'72.79.123.222%> Sue
Hey I've been coming for a while now and been wondering when the long hair Rif is gonna be back? I think his name is Walter or Water or something with a W. But he's soo much better then the greesey one, George i think he is, (he played Frank last week) but that new Rif is adorible. altho why was he trying to eat invisible bugs? But the long haired one is soo much better then the greesey one. Rif isnt gay, and he doesnt limp like hes drunk, Rif is into his sister but its not played out so dramatically, and has a small limp. And Long haired Rif does his make up more screen accurate. Does he have a girlfriend?
Friday, August 04, 2006 3:09:38 AM

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I rule!

I've got that Riff Raff soreness in my lower back and feet. Means it was a good performance.

I had the divine pleasure of playing off of Willow for her last performance of Magenta with the Home of Happiness. Her final show is July 29th, where I will be Frank and she will be Rocky. I haven't let myself really be sad about it, and last night was just like an awesome everyothernight.

Larry complimented me, which I appreciated; things went off pretty well from the start, and I had my usual fabulous time as Riff Raff. I'm missing the show for 2 weeks which I hate so extraordinarily much. I hate missing the show more than most things, and the fact that I'm missing it for a Reno tradeshow is thrilling me like a hangnail. But I never, ever, ever like missing a show--it wouldn't matter why. But work is not one that I'm cool with. The second show that I'm missing is actually not for work--it's actual downtime after the tradeshow, so that evens out. Still, I always feel like I'm missing something.

Whatever... the week in preparation began last week, and officially kicks into high gear tomorrow. Blagh. I will be gaming tomorrow, which will be the last time I get to do anything normal 'til I get back.

The plans for Friday are: limo ride to airport around 4 a.m. and then on a plane. Matt said our layover is in Ohio. And then to Reno. And then... yeah, it's as if it's the first time for me every time.

We set up appointment options for our customers, and I got 2 sheets back from 2 customers saying they want a meeting with me. They are wrong; they want a meeting with Matt, but they've only spoken to me before, so they don't realize it's all on Matt's shoulders at this juncture. So, Matt and I better be doubling on those 'cause I have no answers for them.

It's my last trade show. I haven't written about that whole business yet... Basically, I'm leaving the company sometime in November. And basically, I'll talk about that some other time. Maybe after Reno, when it may seem like the best idea ever.

Last night was such an odd, odd night. Somehow the entire Floorshow crew were in wigs singing with "Wig in a Box" to an audience that seemed like they'd never heard of the Angry Inch.

Sean had forgotten/lost/misplaced/eaten his regular Frank wig, and was using an awful Chaka Kahn-esque one for the show. In my "Planet Schmanet" punches, I actually managed to snag a finger on it, and it fell off. For Floorshow, we made sure that we all had random wigs in tribute. Sean came out with the Martian Girl wig from Tim Burton Night.

Other than that, it was a really, really nondescript show. The audience was impossibly dead, even though it wasn't really, really empty. It's depressing, though, that our crowd keeps dropping.

Hungry.

P.S. -- I like "Wunderkind" a lot, musically, but lyrically, it really doesn't even attempt to make sentences or even phrases.

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.

Matt and I went to Bryant Park for the Gay Pride Rally. We were there for the last 2 hours, and the energy was way down. Not the big to-do that last year or the year before that was. The comedian Ant hosted, and the crowd (hopefully) dwindled by the time we arrived. Otherwise, yikes, small crowd.

It was ok, though. What was the height of productivity was Matt and I going from sex shop to gay shop to gay-sex-shop for pieces of decoration, prop, and costume for Gay Pride Night this Saturday at Rocky Horror. Lots of stuff gotten, and I am very glad about my purchases.

In other, very random news. I received a Threepenny Opera bootleg zip file through an anonymous yousendit e-mail. The file names aren't very useful for someone unfamiliar with the show, as I think it's the entire show, and use numbers like 03 for both the 3rd song of both acts. So, I got all the songs (thanks to a useful website for the new site... there's like six different translations for the script) but I have to actually listen to it to know where the dialogue goes before I make an actual master folder to rename everything and know where things go. I have no idea who this mysterious gift giver is, but it is appreciated. An actual studio recording may never show up, and it's closing on June 25th, so I'm very certain I won't be seeing it.