How I love my hippie life...

Okay, so... I have to preface this entry with an announcement: I have had a six pack of assorted alcoholic beverages in the past two hours. Actually, that explains why I'm not that drunk, because I usually consume that much in a much shorter period of time. Anyway, that said, my head's a little buzzy, but... that's it. Boo :(

People have been so interesting recently. I passed a woman (I think) on Christopher a while back, wearing entirely denim (bell-bottoms, no less), who was walking extremely deliberately, placing one foot directly in front of the other and not really moving anywhere fast. She (or he, if it was a man... or maybe she if it was a transvestite... hmm) was kind of adorable and I smiled at her from behind, even if the cute guy walking towards us laughed at her. It's cool, I almost did too.

Anyway, it's been a theater-filled and boy-less weekend, which I'm actually really okay with. Thursday and Friday were drunken blurs, so they're not really worth talking about (let's just say that a coked up boy hit on me and I politely... um, left, and I made out with a female friend with whom I hadn't before) but the rest of the weekend was lovely. I sort of... skipped Friday night, by which I mean the sleep part, so Saturday morning some friends and I headed up to the Park to wait in line for tickets to the 40th anniversary concert of Hair. Long story short because I'm tired... the line was long and we got wet and we got tickets and the show was unexpectedly awesome and Jon Groff has defffffffinitely gained weight since the last time I saw him. Boo hoo. Anyway, to answer literally HALF of the keyword searches that have led people to this blog, YES JONATHAN GROFF IS GAY. HE'S A BIG OLD HOMO AND HE'S GAY. JON GROFF IS GAY. DEAL WITH IT, SPRING AWAKENING FANGIRLS. HE WILL ALLLLWAYS LIKE ME BETTER THAN YOU.

Whew. That felt good. Anyway, the show was PHENOMENAL and then, having not slept the night before, I passed out around 12:30 am. Talk about geezerly early. Then this afternoon, my aunt and I went to The Ritz at Studio 54, which was... good. Hahah, that clearly comes with several asterisks. It was clearly an early preview, as shown by the teeeny off-ness of the timing, and Rosie Perez's accent was... okay, a WEE bit incomprehensible, and the set was clearly too big (porn stars in briefs and boots standing around as symmetry is fantastic, but if you need them to fill up the set, it's kind of a sign), but overall there were a ton of laughs and Rosie's big musical number was AMAZING. Thank youuuu Seth Rudetsky. (Know who that is, and you'll have my undying respect and maybe a kiss on the cheek if I actually know who you are.)

Anyway, my roommate is trying to get to sleep, and my typing is annoying, soooo I'm gonna go. Anyway, in conclusion, spay or neuter your animals. Why? Because... I passed a ton of dogs on the street today and their balls CREEPED ME OUT. Thank you, and goodnight.