Happy Fall, Bloggities! Break out the pashminas! It's gonna be 90 today. You'll forgive my extended leave of absence. It was not another face lift, as you might have assumed. I was on assignment all weekend in Connecticut. Which is to say, I was drunk and passed out for 72 hours and am just now coming to. (Don't question me.) I was with two of my nearest and queerest friends, and a new couple I'd met for the first time, who'd brought along their homemade 6-disc Tony Award DVD compilation, containing 900 hours of Tony performance footage.
(Needless to say, it was a same-sex couple.) It was nice to prance down memory lane in a pair of high heels to the days when Julie Andrews could still sing and Angela Lansbury still knew who she was and what planet we were on without trying fruitlessly to read it off the teleprompter. But I'll tell ya, that's a lot of showtunes in one weekend, even for me. I think I like boys now. Anyway, the guys were lovely, and we obviously got along famously. Although I must say, I personally prefer happy couples when I'm in them.
In other news: Congratulations to Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, which raised over Half a Million dollars for the organization at Sunday's Flea Market & Grand Auction, held in Broadway's Shubert Alley. It's still the second-best time I've ever had in an alley. Xanadu was the most successful show table, raising $10,138, and the great Tyne Daly alone brought in $6,370 at her table. I believe every time someone dropped a quarter in her jar, Tyne would do ROSE'S TURN, full out. The silent auction was also a huge success. Some happy homo scored himself a walk-on in RENT, along side Adam and Anthony for 12,000 big ones. "A DAY WITH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA" went for $5,750. And two very lucky bidders won the chance to pick up my dry cleaning next week for a combined $12.50. Thanks to Mom and Dad for their contribution.
In other news: Congratulations to me for finally being inappropriately propositioned in the locker room of my ghetto-ass gym last night, after a desolate and lonely 2-and-a-half-year membership. It's obviously not a very cruisy gym (obviously), but my self esteem was beginning to suffer as a result, and I was ready to bring the issue to management. Fortunately that won't be necessary now, and I'm gonna renew. Nothing came of it, of course. I'm not that kind of girl. And he was that kind of Mexican. But it's nice to know I still got it.
In other news: If you happen to go to my gym, I'm totally that kind of girl. Call me later.