excuses, excuses
Five reasons why I haven't blogged much in the month of May:
1. I was busy learning to ski.
OK, so that's kind of a lie. The BF and I went to Colorado's Arapahoe Basin at the start of the month, and yes, we did hit the slopes. It was my first time on skis, so the slopes hit back. Picture me flat on my back on the bunny course, while five-year-old girls sailed past — with no poles. Haughty little bitches.
I finally got the hang of it and actually braved the second-tier slope before the day was done. It was oddly easier than the bunny trail, and I left those five-year-old bitches in the dust. Or something like that.
2. I was busy cramming for the Tony Awards.
OK, that's also a lie. But I have been fortunate to see an insane number of Broadway shows lately, some of which actually got Tony nods today. Short summary:
Lestat. Yes, it sort of sucked. But I didn't find it nearly as bad as the reviews.
The Drowsy Chaperone. Love, love, love. Not as much love as the Tony noms suggest, but it's one of the most endearing shows I've seen in years.
The Wedding Singer. Please, Jesus, let the trend of '80s nostalgia end before I hurl myself into oncoming traffic.
[title of show]. This musical got no love from the Tonys because it didn't play in a Broadway house. Oh well. It's still a freakin' brilliant little piece of theater, a self-conscious and nerdy homage to the creative process. The show reopens in July: Buy your tickets now!
3. I've been trapped in the 1980s.
OK, you got me. Another lie. But I've ended up thinking a lot about the '80s lately, partly because of the above-mentioned Wedding Singer fiasco, and also because of a writing assignment for the NY Press. (Link to come, I promise.) Oh, and another story I was working on, a preview of Night of a Thousand Stevies, didn't help. Just like a white-winged dove, the month has just flown by.
4. Lady Bunny was holding me hostage.
Well, that's not entirely true, though I did have a fab time hanging out with Bunny the other night at a Sirius Satellite Radio party, where I also met Rufus Wainwright (cuter in person than the photos would suggest) and made a fool of myself in front of Derek (of the Derek and Romaine Show). Don't ask. (On a strange side note, I also met India.Arie earlier that afternoon, making Thursday, May 11, my official Biggest Starfucking Day to Date. Thanks.)
5. I've been spending too much time watching YouTube.
Guilty.
1. I was busy learning to ski. OK, so that's kind of a lie. The BF and I went to Colorado's Arapahoe Basin at the start of the month, and yes, we did hit the slopes. It was my first time on skis, so the slopes hit back. Picture me flat on my back on the bunny course, while five-year-old girls sailed past — with no poles. Haughty little bitches.
I finally got the hang of it and actually braved the second-tier slope before the day was done. It was oddly easier than the bunny trail, and I left those five-year-old bitches in the dust. Or something like that.
2. I was busy cramming for the Tony Awards.OK, that's also a lie. But I have been fortunate to see an insane number of Broadway shows lately, some of which actually got Tony nods today. Short summary:
Lestat. Yes, it sort of sucked. But I didn't find it nearly as bad as the reviews.
The Drowsy Chaperone. Love, love, love. Not as much love as the Tony noms suggest, but it's one of the most endearing shows I've seen in years.
The Wedding Singer. Please, Jesus, let the trend of '80s nostalgia end before I hurl myself into oncoming traffic.
[title of show]. This musical got no love from the Tonys because it didn't play in a Broadway house. Oh well. It's still a freakin' brilliant little piece of theater, a self-conscious and nerdy homage to the creative process. The show reopens in July: Buy your tickets now!
3. I've been trapped in the 1980s.
OK, you got me. Another lie. But I've ended up thinking a lot about the '80s lately, partly because of the above-mentioned Wedding Singer fiasco, and also because of a writing assignment for the NY Press. (Link to come, I promise.) Oh, and another story I was working on, a preview of Night of a Thousand Stevies, didn't help. Just like a white-winged dove, the month has just flown by.
4. Lady Bunny was holding me hostage.Well, that's not entirely true, though I did have a fab time hanging out with Bunny the other night at a Sirius Satellite Radio party, where I also met Rufus Wainwright (cuter in person than the photos would suggest) and made a fool of myself in front of Derek (of the Derek and Romaine Show). Don't ask. (On a strange side note, I also met India.Arie earlier that afternoon, making Thursday, May 11, my official Biggest Starfucking Day to Date. Thanks.)
5. I've been spending too much time watching YouTube.
Guilty.
2 Comments:
tray on skis? that IS a kodak moment! :)
In RE: Item #4
I was too drunk to remember whatever embarrassing thing you did. Please refresh all of our memories... and our drinks.
Thanks.
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