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Gasp! Hamilton's instituting a ten dollar ticket lottery for all B'way performances!

This is very, very, very good news. Even if I do foresee a long, hot August chock full of semi-tedious ass-on-curb action. (Being broke is serious business, y'all. It requires STRATEGERY.)
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- I just spent the last 45 minutes playing every cat person's favorite game, "What Smells Like Rancid Pee?" After tearing apart my storage closet, I managed to find the source: a pile of old Christmas tree skirts. Of all things.

Do I win a prize? Other than a whirlwind round trip to the laundry room in the middle of the night, that is?

- I saw The Nance last night - for free! Because when it comes to scavenging free tickets to stuff, I'm, like, a...totally talented...ticket-acquiring...person. (Note to self: invent some decent similes.) The Times was kind of lukewarm about it, but I thought it was pretty terrific and now I want to write ALL THE maudlin, sepia-toned 1930's AUs, with the guys surreptitiously eying one another at the Automat and flirting in code and wearing their fedoras tilted rakishly to one side.

All I have to do is summon up the energy. That's the hard part. Sigh.
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Overheard on the C train: a rather portly, balding Orthodox gentleman complaining loudly to his friend about his YARMULKE TAN LINES.

...I really, really hope he didn't realize I was laughing at him. Although--I was shaking so hard the only other possible conjecture is that I was having some kind of seizure and if that's really what he thought, then (since he didn't offer to call for help or anything) in my book that makes HIM the rude one, not me. Totally. Because there's no better logic than the self-serving kind. /end digression

So. Into the Woods at the Delacorte was a cornucopia of strange directing choices. Chief among these was the decision to ratchet up (WAY up) the lesbian overtones in the Witch's relationship with Rapunzel--WITHOUT downplaying any of the mother/daughter stuff. Slightly icky? Why yes, yes it was. Thanks so much for asking. :) On the other hand, a change that didn't bother me as much as it probably should've was the decision to make the Narrator a little boy. Sure, it raised a helluva lot more questions than it answered--like, isn't the storyline a little too sophisticated to be taking place entirely in the mind of a ten year old?--but it was kinda charming, actually. As for Rapunzel's twin babies...well, I'm not sure I could explain that one away if my life depended on it.

Overall, though, I had a fantastic time. I do like me a good spectacle after all, and it's pretty hard to ruin Sondheim. Yeah, I *could* harp on certain problems, like various performers not being up to the task singing-wise, but since I'm trying this new thing lately where I DON'T act like a crusty snob all the time, I won't. Instead I'll just rave about Donna Murphy, whose rendition of "The Last Midnight" was the best one I've ever sat through. THE. BEST. A glittering slow build of a nervous breakdown, full of vocal pyrotechnics AND MAGIC. Awesome.

Besides, seeing a show in the Park is an experience unto itself. At one point a raccoon waddled up onto the stage and disappeared behind some rigging, earning itself a wild round of applause and confirming my suspicions that ALL New Yorkers are out of their damn minds. (You'd think I'd've figured that out by now; I guess I'm just a slow learner.)
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- I can think of at least two dozen reasons NOT to buy this dress, but they all wither and die in the face of TYPEWRITING SQUIRRELS! Obviously--obviously--I need this in my life, right? Right. I'm amazed I've lived without it this long, quite frankly.

- Into The Woods is playing at Shakespeare in the Park this summer, causing my Sondheim-loving little heart to do cartwheels of joy! I'm a little skeptical about Amy Adams being cast as The Baker's Wife, but you can still bet that when I found out about this I templed my fingers and said "Eeeeexcellent" in a most Mr. Burns-ian fashion. :)

- Reading everyone else's NKOTBSB concert re-caps! I'm still a bit bitter that I couldn't swing it myself this year, financially speaking--but secondhand squee is far, far better than none at all! (And that video of Nick Carter motorboating some girl? I died.)

- Game Of Thrones continues to knock my socks off...even though I usually end up watching about 90% of it through the spaces between my fingers./squeamish

- My mother's reaction to the whole John-Travolta-fondling-himself-in-front-of-hotel-masseurs scandal: "But--but he CAN'T be gay; he's ITALIAN!!!" Priceless.

- I found out yesterday that I am not the only person in my workplace who recoils in horror at the sight of that eyeless, Sopranos-esque talking lemon from the McDonald's commercials. (I'm pretty sure his official purpose is to make us want a strawberry lemonade? Or possibly to haunt our nightmares like a lemony specter of wrongness. One of the two.) It's always nice to know you aren't alone. :)

- And last but CERTAINLY not least: I met [ profile] zebraljb! She's awesome, face-meltingly funny and, best of all, she didn't make fun of the lopsided farmer's tan I got from milling up and down 8th Ave all afternoon. AND she brought me souvenirs from Hershey Park(!). (Oh, and we, um, may have partially written a Real World AU in which JC and Lynn Harless co-manage an erotic bakery, so. Yeah.) All in all, not a bad time.


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