no business like show business
So I went with Myrlin and Jeremy to see Pink Martini at the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall this evening... and who would be our special guest but CAROL CHANNING. Yes, not only is she still alive, she's still kicking ass and taking names and totally upstaging anybody she's with. Amazing voice, great moves, great spicy humour... she did "Hello, Dolly!" and "There's No Business Like Show Business" and "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" and we gave her like five standing ovations.
And afterwards we went down to Tiger Bar, because I knew that Rick Bain was playing there that night; we got there too late to see Bain, but the first person I saw when I came in was Matt Hollywood, and it was warm and wonderful; and then Travis was there also, and he gave me my New Year's kiss. And then another one with tongue. And it sort of made up for the fact that Tiger Bar was out of champagne by the time we got there. And then I also saw Martha, who I met at Teresa's going-away party and who wants to do a VALLEY OF THE DOLLS party, and Jaymee was there also, and Sarah Mayfield, who I haven't seen for absolutely ages. It was nice. Then a side trip to Voodoo Donuts, wherein we met up with Myr's li'l brother Arthur, and had a donut and coffee; and by then my feet hurt so bad that it took a lot of energy just to walk back to the car without groaning out loud.
So home again, home again, happy new year, I had a kiss from a boy who broke my heart almost a decade ago, back in those days of slutty fun and confusion, back during that year when I had sex frequently for a span of two months, and then back to the years of drought as usual. But hey, Carol Channing brought out her new husband, who she had dated back when she was 12 and just re-met, and they did a little dance together that made me cry at how romantic it was. I love it when old people are in love. I just do.
3:33; time for bed and "Heroes". I want to dream about Milo Ventimiglia again, and this time I'm going to bully him into actually having sex with me. I'm a lucid dreamer; I just need to overcome that hurdle, even though I have the feeling that it'll just make my horniness worse than ever.
And afterwards we went down to Tiger Bar, because I knew that Rick Bain was playing there that night; we got there too late to see Bain, but the first person I saw when I came in was Matt Hollywood, and it was warm and wonderful; and then Travis was there also, and he gave me my New Year's kiss. And then another one with tongue. And it sort of made up for the fact that Tiger Bar was out of champagne by the time we got there. And then I also saw Martha, who I met at Teresa's going-away party and who wants to do a VALLEY OF THE DOLLS party, and Jaymee was there also, and Sarah Mayfield, who I haven't seen for absolutely ages. It was nice. Then a side trip to Voodoo Donuts, wherein we met up with Myr's li'l brother Arthur, and had a donut and coffee; and by then my feet hurt so bad that it took a lot of energy just to walk back to the car without groaning out loud.
So home again, home again, happy new year, I had a kiss from a boy who broke my heart almost a decade ago, back in those days of slutty fun and confusion, back during that year when I had sex frequently for a span of two months, and then back to the years of drought as usual. But hey, Carol Channing brought out her new husband, who she had dated back when she was 12 and just re-met, and they did a little dance together that made me cry at how romantic it was. I love it when old people are in love. I just do.
3:33; time for bed and "Heroes". I want to dream about Milo Ventimiglia again, and this time I'm going to bully him into actually having sex with me. I'm a lucid dreamer; I just need to overcome that hurdle, even though I have the feeling that it'll just make my horniness worse than ever.