Big Show This Sunday!!

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In the second show The Parodivas wrote and produced, Jason B. Schmidt, The B Stands for BULL, we changed a lyric in Broadway Baby to "Still, I'll stick it til, I'm on Playbill, or all over TIMES SQUARE." It's happening. It really is. What I want is on its way.

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Hmmm. Happy Weekend.

There's a bunch of peeps on the East side of Manhattan not having a happy weekend due to the craxy crane collapse. Whoa. Scary. There is a giant highrise going up next to my apartment (hooray for loud construction) and so this scariness could happen to anyone.

Tonight is hangin' with the Darladiva and Niwa to see The Odd Couple at The Secret Theatre out in Long Island City (tres chic). w00t.

I'm honestly looking forward to a lovely Sunday spent on the couch watching some sorta movie. Yay! Sometimes doing "nothing" is just the best "something," right?

LuPone (gypsy) was pretty darned amazing. YOU GO Grilll.

I REALLY want to see A Catered Affair. I LOVE Bucchino's music and of course worship Harvey Fierstein. I also think that Leslie Kritzer has the potential to follow in Carol Burnett's shoes as a brilliant young actress, adept at comedy. I am excited to see her tackle something not so over the top. And Faith Prince is in it too! Okay. I need to get tickets. Watch out Xanadu!

Peace.

Because I am a stealer and I like pics

Darladiva listed her currents over on To the Left of Right, so I guess I will copy her because we are TWINS.

I am currently reading: The TNT Diet. It's good, but I just don't know if I can commit. I have gotten back on track with my online virtual trainer though. So that is good. Three months til BEACH TIME. As soon as/if I ever finish the diet book, I am going back to reading Dry. It is very good, but honestly, once he got to rehab, I kind of freaked out and put the book down. Ummmmm own demons much? Yeah. But I'll get back to it...sometime. Madame RK recommends it, but also has me nervous about some upcoming scenes. Anyhooooooo. I need to read these books so I can get started on the book I REALLY want to read which is Wicked Gentlemen. w00t? w00t.

Current music: Parodivas' new set for On the Rocks in TWO WEEKS:

We simply ADORE Danny Leary and his fantastic comedy show: He is our new BFF. Hey Danny Heeyyyyy.

My current guilty pleasure which has now been thwarted, is rooting and voting for another Danny. Danny Noriega on American Idol who was sadly booted from the show last night. But, I've decided he will front a glam rock band and I will become his biggest/oldest fan. YOU GO DANNY.

My current show I'm about to see is LUPONE gypsy. I am very excited. My new work friend Albie is going with me. w00000000000.

CURRENT

INTERJECTION:

"TGIF!"

OKAY. BI.

What up last week yo?

Hey doods. Soooooooooo, today was/is a productive! I woke up and made myself breakfast, cleaned the dishes, went to the gym, met with my accountant (thanks darladiva and husband cuz they gonna GET ME SOME CASH), then saw Atonement (it was good but not THE best), am having some salad, and then heading over to see Sunday in the Park with George with Cricket. No, it's not a sequel, I'm seeing it with Cricket. YAY! I am excited. I think it might be my favorite Sondheim.

Last night Cricket and I saw Justin Bond's new cabaret-ish show Lustre at PS122. It was GREAT fun. GO GO GO GO GO GO BOYS. He's amazing. W00t.

Ummmmm, I tried to crash the Lion King audition on Friday (b00t to my agent for not gettin' me an appointment), but IT WAS CANCELED. So meh. NEXT TIME?

I went out for drinks with some peeps from work on Tuesday. It was A LOT of fun, but the day after I was hurtin'. This why I don't go OUT during the week. I gotsta cut myself off early next time. The job is still going well. I've almost been there a month. WOW.

I'm off to google the Oscars so I can formulate some predictions. PERHAPS I'LL POST THEM HERE and we can see how good I AM.

whachya'll doin?

Theatre Queen

Last night Gwen and I went to see Spamalot featuring Clay Aiken. Wellllllllllllllllllllllll guess what? He's good. He has the timing down, his accent is close enough and funny, and there is just SOMETHING about him that draws your eye to him on stage. He has a real charisma, real star quality. Bravo Clay. Now marry me. Thanks.

Then there were drinks with Sir Willio. He is in the process of moving. YIKES. Anyone know of an affordable studio or one bedroom in Chelsea, Midtown, North Bergen?

Tonight Darladiva and I are seeing the divine Christine Ebersole in Applause! I love listening to the original cast album and can't wait to hear the songs actually sung (Lauren Bacall starred in the original and while I think she was a fantastic actress, her voice is just not that of a singer). I particularly love the song Think How It's Gonna Be as sung by Len Cariou. YUM-0. Should be a good night.

Off to the gym and then grocery shopping. w00t.

Mika LIVE and his new song!

swoon


MIKA Lyrics
How Much (Do You Love Me) Lyrics

Mika LIVE and his new song!

swoon


MIKA Lyrics
How Much (Do You Love Me) Lyrics

Doodle dates his friends/Whoretastic '07

Friday Darladiva and I thought it would be a GREAT idea to get wasted on the UES. Why? Why not? Mad River has a $7 cover and then $1 drinks. Yes, $1 drinks. That's $1. We had some appetizers at Arriba Arriba (who knew they had one in suburbia?), and then headed over to Nerdy Scientist Frat Fest '07. "Can we open a tab?" "Sure, but it's a $20 minimum." Um, it takes 20 drinks to get to that min. Well, we did it, somehow. Then headed over to the piano bar Brandy's. We had a gay old time. Then we poured each other into cabs to head home. On the way home, my taxi took me right by THAT BAR and so I had him drop me off there. I ended up chatting with this one guy who knew The BF back when he was Tommy. It was the first time I had spoken to him post-BF and it was quite interesting. Then I fell asleep for a moment. When I awoke there was an Adorable boy next to me. As I recall, we instantly starting making out and then I...whore. I might actually like someone that I've...whore. I'll let ya'll know.

Saturday was spent with Adorable in my bat cave, with anticipations of meeting Cricket for Sicko and convermesations. Adorable went on his way and I got ready for my second date of the weekend. Cricket and I met in Union Square and headed over to the movie. It was fantastic. It was maddening. It was eye-opening. Go see it. As someone who doesn't have health insurance right now, it made my stomach churn to know that in Canada, or the UK or (gasp!) France, people just go to the doctor when they need to. There is NO bill at the end. There is no, "how much am I going to have to put on my credit card this time." That doesn't exist. YIKES SIGH KILL ME. After the movie, we had drinks at that cute little outdoor place in Union Square. We shared some watery sangria, but it was lovely. Cricket had to run off to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to teach the masses how to bend it like Gumby. I decided to walk from Union Square through Chelsea and maybe have a drink at Splash or the like. Splash was terrifying so I kept walking. After being heckled by some stupid LI teens (been a LONG time since I've been heckled, I must say), I ended up at View. It was pretty fun. I met Big Eyes Big Lips and made out with him for a while and then walked him to the train. Headed toward home I saw a particular kind of club that I had been before with The BF. "Hmm, might be fun by myself." It was terrifying, but Cutie McCoif showed up and it got better...until I left at 6:30am (erohw) WHAT?

Sunday FINALLY means brunch again. I met Madame Renea Knight at our old haunting ground (that's fun to say) FC Cafe. The conversation was great, the service, not so much. But, as always, great to hang out with the MRK. Girl, you got such a f'ing great head on your shoulders and you're not afraid to fill it with booze. LOVE YOU.

And that was my weekend of dating my friends/((you))know))))

More gay cartoons to come.

Bloggety blog

I haven’t blogged in a hundred years. Oy. I can’t log in or view blogs when filming episodes of The Temp and by the time I get home from work and the gym, I just…can’t. So I’m writing this at work, going to email it to myself at home so that I can just cut and paste into a new post. We shall see. Tonight Darladiva and I are seeing Hairspray. I’m very excited. I hope John Travolta doesn’t annoy the crap out of me so I can enjoy it. I’ve heard good things about the movie. Anyhoo, yay for diva dates. We had such a wonderful time performing together again for Tip My Cup. It was a nice reminder of how well we really do work together. We made some new friend/fans, handed out cards and promised a full Parodivas show in the Fall. That’s right ya’ll. We’ve been working on the script and it’s coming together. We’re starting to talk about venues, etc. So stay tuned.

On Friday, I am flying to Austin for my mother’s 50’th birthday. Her present to herself was getting me a plane ticket. So I requested off work and they said fine, so I am going. It will be a crazy whirlwind trip of less than three days, but at least I get to see her and every other Texan I never knew I was related to. I haven’t seen her for a year and haven’t seen my brother in I don’t know how long. Crazy.

Other than that, not much else is going on. It seems they are interested in changing The Temp into a spin-off called The Perm. I’m going to see what the ($) offer is and really consider it. I really like this role. I hope I continue to. The thing is they are courting me, so it’s a welcomed change from my last sitcom. What a disaster that was. So glad to be out of there.

Guess that’s all for now. Noodle is back on tour so she may be blogging again. Check her out.

Peace McDoodle

Doot do do

SO, I recorded my voiceover demo on Thursday. I am so excited about it. It was a lot of work and a lot of fun. I just wish I could fast forward three weeks, so that I could forward it to everyone I know ever. Congrats to Darladiva on getting hers as well. It sounds fantastic. The divas are gonna ROCK the voiceover world.

Speaking of divas, we are performing this week. We were asked to perform in Tip My Cup Productions fund raiser on Thursday at Don't Tell Mama. FUN TIMES. We are singing two numbers and have no idea who else is in the show or even what the format is, but we thrive when we're faking it, so BRING IT ON.

Last week was spent filming new episodes of The Temp. It's going quite well. So far, it's a much easier role than my role on The Office. MUCH EASIER. And the environment is very quiet, chill, cool. It's in the West Village, which is a nice change from Midtown. I'm still getting used to the commute and the earlier hours, but I'll be glad when that first paycheck hits my account on Friday. All will feel a little bit better when August rent is paid.

My mom is turning 50 on August 6th. They are having a surprise party for her that she knows about. I can't afford to go because I just spent money and will have to spend some more to go to Boise for my best friend from high school, Andrea's wedding. YAYYYYY. Congratulations Drea, I'm so excited to see you and perhaps meet an Idaho gay. Do they have those? Shirley they must.

Tonight I'm going to attempt to make Thai Green Curry Chicken. I just got back from the grocerey store and am looking at recipes. We shall see.

Bye Noodle, good luck hangin' with your Dad and break a leg in rehearsal.

SEE YA'LL LATAH.

PS. No response to my proposal to Mika. Guess I'm going to have to come up with a better tactic. Hmm. He MUST read blogs though, right? RIGHT? Gawd.

LUPONE....gypsy

LOVED IT. She got 19 curtain calls and all were well deserved. So glad that Darladiva, Cricket, and I got to see this amazing performance.

So, new episodes of The Temp will start on Tuesday. Tomorrow I have to go get my fingerprinting, etc. SOOOOOO CORPORATE. We'll see. Tune in.

Voiceover STAR!

I had my second voiceover coaching today. It went really well. She gave me a lot of tasks, techniques, etc to work on. I expel too much air when I'm reading the copy. I'm using breath techniques for singing or speaking on stage and I don't need to. Just have to retrain myself on a few little things that I've learned theatrically. But it's really fun. She was very impressed with my work, which made me really happy.

I'm feeling antsy about what's going to happen when vacation is over and I have to really figure out money stuff. I am someone who always worries about money, whether I'm making a ridiculously large salary or ushering for $18/show and sleeping on Gwenner's floor. I am just always consumed with it. Thanks to Darladiva I did get all the unemployment paperwork submitted. I just don't know how I can make my budget work with that very little amount of money. I don't really want to take another full time position, unless it's at the same place as Darladiva. I want to get temp work and do some auditions in the fall, but the uncertainty of that terrifies me. Anyhoo. Looking forward to the 4th at Gwenner's temporary mansion. HOLLA.

Weekly blogging...bad Doodle

Well, I haven't been up to much, but what I have been up to ain't so bad. Beach House companion? Perhaps.

I wanted to post this comment on Gwenner's blog but it just ain't workin', so click the link, watch her clips and then read the following: Don't read it until you visit her blog GAWD.

What's a Tim Conway? Oh about 145.

Um, Ratatouille is f'ing brilliant. I haven't laughed that hard since I read the most recent sketch that Darladiva wrote. It's so so so so so so good. Go now. Go at 11pm so that you can enjoy it, but go. Yet another dream role:

Click on him. You know you want to.

BEACH HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE.

Darladiva is famous- GO GIRL!

'We know the future is in good hands'

MEDFORD — It was a night to celebrate excellence, specifically the excellence of 34 astounding area teens.

In a festive dinner at Braddock's Tavern on Main Street, the winners of the 13th annual Teen Excellence program were honored for their diverse talents and their contributions to the community.

Major sponsors of the program, launched in 1995 by the Burlington County Times, include Commerce Bank, Burlington County College, Braddock's Tavern, and this year the YMCA of Burlington County.

“This night reminds us that the vast majority of teens are doing great work,” said Stanley Ellis, publisher of the Burlington County Times and the emcee. “We know the future is in good hands.”
Among those being honored were student government leaders, musicians, artists, young scientists and selfless volunteers.

For example, Sanjay Bhatt, a senior at Moorestown Friends School, has volunteered at orphanages for neediest children in India and also presides over the model United Nations Club at Friends. He is student council president and a National Merit Commended Scholar who is heading for Brown University.

But like many of the other honorees, Sanjay worries about a future that sometimes seems ominous. “I think a lot about world violence and our inability to solve large-scale problems through diplomacy. I hope my generation does better,” said the young man who is looking to a career in finance and economics.

For Andrew Massarro, a future in science, probably in medicine, is in the master plan. Massarro is class valedictorian at Shawnee, attended the Governor's School of the Sciences program last summer, and is a member of an organization that helps families dealing with Down syndrome.

Massarro, who will be on a full-tuition science honor scholarship at the University of Richmond, already feels the pressure of time moving too fast. “High school went by in a flash, and I guess college will, too,” said the future veterinarian.

Also graduating from Shawnee High School is Lauren Zarillo, who hopes to become an elementary school teacher after the College of New Jersey. A proponent of old-fashioned family values and a sense of caring, Zarillo is a volunteer for children and spent a part of a recent summer working with her family in a Chinese orphanage.

Addressing the students, parents, teachers and other guests was keynote speaker Darlene Heller, a 1998 graduate of Willingboro High School who has gone on to become a New York-based poet, actress, writer and advocate for the disenfranchised.

Her message: Try to do what makes you happy in your life's work, trust your instincts, and know that while the road may be bumpy, success is within reach of those who strive for it.

Judges for Teen Excellence were Richard J. Pokrass, dean of institutional advancement at Burlington County College, Barbara Wallace, a retired educator who serves as state director of the Office of Constituent Relations for Gov. Jon S. Corzine, and John Worley, CEO of the YMCA of Burlington County.

Weekend

Hey, I have a bunch of things to mention, but am feeling a little o’erwhelmed by The Office today so I’m just going to jot down a few thougts.

Friday, Farrah’s show at NDG, “Holy S@!!@!@@@@!” was quite enjoyable. It had a lot of very funny moments and some hot dancing. I gotsta get me one of them dancer boys…maybe.

Saturday we saw the very very brave Darladiva and her fellow funny folks in their improv graduation show. Some, like Dar, were very funny, and some, like frizzy haired girl, were not so funny. It got me to thinking if I could actually do that. I don’t know. I mean I am capable, but terrified. I suppose that’s reason enough, but I JUST DON’T KNOW. Good work Dar. Happy Graduation.

After the improv, we gawked at some circus freaks who were busy shopping at the outdoor flea circus, I mean market, I mean circus, that was on 26th Street. Verry interesting. Then we made our way to Central Park for Madame Renea Knight’s birthday shin-dig. It was a lot of fun. Drinking and people watching and flirting with a freckle. Weird Brendan Frasier Moon Shine Guy, etc. We ended up having dinner at the Boat Basin, which I never even knew existed. Pretty cool. Reminiscent of the Beer Garden in Queens, but in Manhattan. Woot. Then we walked MRK home to her new apartment. It is in a great location. Really great. She passed out and when she awoke her stuff had been moved into her closet and her bed was all set up. We don’t know how it happened, but it did. Then we went home and passed out.

Sunday we had brunch at our new favorite brunch place Maracas. It was Noodle, Doodle, and MRKoodle. It was really great and we all have to go back ASAP. I mean all you can drink margaritas and you can order fajitas or taco salads or or or or for less than $20. AMAZING.

THEN…it was home for a quick rest before heading to see Niwa’s one act. It was very funny and really REALLY stood out from the other pieces that we saw. Everyone involved should feel really proud of what was accomplished.

It was a very full weekend and I had a great time. Now I sit here wishing that next weekend had the same fun in store. Who knows? Oh at some point I was a whore. Yay.

Hooray for Tuesday! (or something like that)

Friday night Darladiva and I had a lovely date. We went for sushi at a cute little place called Aoki. For some reason they kept taking the drink menu from us. So I had to keep asking, “Could I see the drink menu?” It was funny at the time. Let’s just pretend I didn’t bring it up. After our lovely dinner by a fountain, we walked next door to the Longacre Theatre where Talk Radio is playing. Oooh Daddy, Liev Schreiber is hot and good and hot. And good. (and hot). It’s a really great play and I really enjoyed the voices. I enjoyed Liev’s “radio” voice and I also really enjoyed all of the voices of the people who would call into his talk show. I’m a fan of the vo, as you know. There was a talk back afterwards that we had no idea was happening, so we decided to stay. There was a guest who was an actual talk radio host who talked about that bigot guy in NJ, etc. The most interesting thing he said is that talk radio is going to get bigger and bigger in the age of iPods when you can get any song you want when you want it, you don’t need a dj and commercials getting in your way. So radio of the future will be all talk. Innnteresting. Also, Liev was hot. Hott.

Saturday, Noodle and I decided to see a movie. Pirates of Doodle? Nope. Shrek the Doodle? Nope. Doodleman 3? Nope. We saw Bug. Oh my lordy. I still don’t really know what happened or why. Apparently the play that it is based on is very good and had a very successful run Off-Broadway a few years ago. I’m going to have to do some research and get the damned play, because the movie was baffling. It wasn’t good. Please don’t see it. BLAH. After that we went for dinner at a cute Mexican place in the West Village called Maracas. They have Mexican brunch, so we should check that out SOON. Maybe not this weekend since everyone and their dog has something going on this weekend, except me, I just have to attend everyone’s dog’s events. Holla! After dinner we went to Marie’s. Noodle’s new roomie ended up meeting us there and we sang our faces off all night. So much so that my voice was totally shot Sunday morning and Noodle’s diaphragm was sore. For some reason when I’m at a divey piano bar I think I’m a baritenor. I ain’t. Sigh.

Sunday, we went out to Queens for Niwa’s birthday. It was a hoot as always. Such a fun crowd to sit around and make fun of Czechs with. Czech please! Then Sunday night I met Cricket for sangria at Maryann’s before we went to Mr. Black. It was a fun night, but at some point I fell down a flight of stairs, rolled my ankle, busted my head on something and made out with a cute young Dominican. I then got paranoid that he was going to steal my wallet, so I just left (Cricket had already left as he had a full day of yoga and grocery selling ahead).

Monday, I did my best to hide from the world. I ended up watching all of Angels in America, which I had not seen yet. I want to marry it. I wept, I laughed, I had dread, I had hope. It’s a masterpiece.

And here I sit at The Office, wondering if I really want to check my bank account to see how much money I really spent this weekend. Woops.

Doooooooooodle.

Thursdoodle

It’s quiet here on set at The Office, which kind of makes me a bit on edge that at any give moment some e-fire is going to e-rupt and I’ll e-die. But maybe that’s just my paranoia. MAYBE! Tonight Noodle and I are going to see Show Business, which the lovely Miss Gmeyster has chatted about over on her blog. Check it out or die. I’m excited to see the film. Of the four shows discussed (Avenue Q, Caroline or Change, Wicked, and Taboo) I just missed Caroline. I was p-iz-oor back then, so it’s a wonder I got to see any shows at all. I remember Darladiva and I having a very entertaining time at Taboo, but also knowing it would be closing moments from opening. Sadly. I enjoy both the London cast recording as well as the Broadway. But I’m a fan of camp which this show epitomizes. Darladiva (and Smoosh?), Noodle, and maybe Cricket(?), and I were at the Tony party for Avenue Q so I’m hoping that maybe if we look closely, we’ll see one of our ears or something, as we reluctantly made friends with Jai Rodriguez, my self-proclaimed nemesis. I'll get you Culture Guy! Anyhoodle, that’s tonight.

Last night, after 195 minutes of build up, Jordin won American Idol. I’m glad. Good work. Now record an album (whatever that is) so I can buy it, thanks. Kelly Clarkson sang her new single Never Again. It was hott (she was nott so much…who’s her stylist?). I always pine for my one true love Clay Aiken to make an appearance on such fluffy filler-y finale shows, but alas, he did not. Probably because he was attending some sort of Un-gay event. Sigh. Someday Clay, someday. On your own terms. In my room. Thanks.

The weather in NYC has been lovely/bearable. Tomorrow the angry humidity begins and I have to figure a way of doodling to work without becoming a heaping mess of sweat. Fun times. I need an air conditioned bubble, like the ones hamsters hang out in. You know. You know.

I want to tell you what’s up this weekend, but then I’ll have nothing to post tomorrow. So, you’ll just have to wait. I’m seeing another straight play. Guess which one.

O o d l d e

Sick/weekend recap

Stupid cold.

Anyhoo, the Dayquil is kind of working, but it’s also kind of making me sleepy. A nap under the desk is justified if you’re sick? I say so. Alas.

Noodle and I saw Radio Golf on Friday night. The seat to my right was empty at the beginning of the show. About 5 or ten minutes into the show a girl came in and took the seat. In her purse was a brown paper bag. She reached into the brown paper bag rustling it for all the world to hear and took out a container of guacamole. She then opened the container of guacamole and the aroma of spicy avocadoes invaded the noses of all ‘round her. She then reached back into the loudest paper bag on earth and grabbed a crunchy tortilla chip to dip into the aforementioned guacamole. She began eating. Loudly. Mind you, the play had begun. Actors were acting. I have no idea what they were saying because I was busy watching this ridiculous spectacle. Finally I leaned over to Guacamole Susan and said, “You’re not really going to eat that right now, right?” She wiped a green blob from her rude ass face and sassily nodded yes. “You know this isn’t a movie, right?” Another sassy nod and she reached her nasty claw back into the bag of loudness as an angry angry woman in front of her hurled her head around with the “look of shush.” Guacamole Susan got the hint and put her bombastic appetizer away. Cunt. Anyhoo, the play was pretty good, but unfortunately the lead man wasn’t great. Here’s what Brantley had to say:
But the tickets were free, so who cares? Yay free! After that we met Sir Willio somewhere and did something, but who remembers?

Saturday I woke up sick so I stayed in bed as long as possible. Then I got up and cleaned and made the apartment look decent. Then we got ready to go out to Brooklyn to see Darladiva in Orphans at the Impact Theatre. She delivered a thoughtful performance. Each gesture embodied the character of a woman who defines herself first as a mother. That was amazing. You could see the woman’s connection to her children, adopted or natural. The other actresses did an okay job with the material given. I can’t believe there is a little black box in Prospect Heights. It doesn’t seem to fit into the neighborhood at all, but it’s there. Interesting. Anyhoo, good work Darladiva. Now, let’s do some comedy…damnit!

Sunday was brunch. The Fred, Madame Renea Knight, and Noodle and I met at the BBQ place to celebrate in our mother’s honors. A highlight was chatting with my mother who said, “Have a bloody mary for me. Take a drink of it while I’m on the phone.” I of course obliged. She hadn’t yet received the gift I had sent, so I was a bit upset, but it turns out that it had been delivered and my step dad was brining it to her. She called back crying from the card I wrote. SCORE! After, we went back to the apartment and sunbathed on the roof. I fell soundly asleep for quite some time. Madame RK had to head up to the UWS for some somethin’ somethin’. So, Noodle and spiffed up and went to Therapy Lounge to hang out with The Fred some more. He’s the bouncer there. We had a nice time. Yay for free drinks. Holla.

Then I woke up yesterday and the cold had fully attacked my chest. Coughing like a mo fo mo, I called in. I couldn’t make it to work. I rested all day and then Noodle and I went to the gym for over 2 hours and then made a really fun dinner which we ate during the second to last episode of Heroes.

All right. All caught up. Doodle.

Blah blah blah blah blah

I have nothing better to say. I've been a regular gym bunny these past two weeks. That's good. RIGHT? Meeting Gwenners tonight at her fancy gym on Park Avenue. Fancy fancy fancy. And after that? Nuthin'. Home to watch whatever it is that comes on TV on Thursdays. I never got into Grey's Anatomy so that limits my choices, but I'm sure some something will be on to occupy my evening. Again Blah blah blah blah blah.

Tomorrow Noodle and I are seeing Radio Golf, the new (and final) play by August Wilson. I've heard some good things and I'm really looking forward to it. Then on Saturday we're seeing Darladiva in Orphans out in Brooklyn. I'm really really looking forward to seeing her serious side. Ooooh. Aaaahhhh. And then, on Sunday is brunch (which may end up being a boozefest on the sidewalk if we can't wrestle a table away from the mommies). We shall see.

WE SHALL SEE. ALL CAPS.

DOODLE.