Apr 17, 2006 03:47
It's spring again, and a college student's fancy lightly turns to flowers....and cabaret.
Fucking Cabaret.
I think back about how many hours of my life went into cabaret for 7 years. It's almost obscene.
I never wrote on the wall in the tower. I should do that. Fucking earned it. 7 years to scrawl in sharpie on a wall that only 3 people see.
So. I believe I will be attending the last show on saturday. So, anyone who's reading this and doesn't want to see me should avoid the last show.
Galia, when you read this, be aware that you are coming with me. And driving. I love you? It's the 29th.
Cabaret is the very definition of mixed emotions.