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November 29, 2008:


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Well, dear readers, I am as sore as a gazelle with a hip replacement. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you read such a sentence? Nowhere, that’s where. In any case, my feet are sore, my legs are sore, my chest is sore (as if I’ve been lifting weights, which I most assuredly have not) – in a word, I am sore (well, that’s three words). More importantly, in just two count them two days (counting today, that is) we’ll be doing the Bacharach To The Future Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS/POZ Magazine benefit at New World Stages. I do hope that all our East Coast dear readers and dear lurkers have purchased their tickets already, but if they haven’t, they should do so posthaste before I have to bitch-slap those who haven’t from here to eternity and hell and back. We’ve really tried to keep the ticket prices reasonable, and for those who really can’t afford the sixty bucks, I believe there are a few half-price tickets left on Gold Star. But, it’s a very worthy cause and I hope to see some of you there. The song choices are so much fun, and where else are you going to see the complete Turkey Lurkey Time number, live with eighteen dancers doing the original Michael Bennett choreography? Where else are you going to see Jill O’Hara and Tony Roberts recreate I’ll Never Fall In Love Again from Promises, Promises? Where else are you going to hear and see Liz Callaway, Lauren Kennedy, Linda Purl, Kevin Spirtas, Kevin Earley, Billy Porter, Terry Burrell, BethAnn Bonner (from One Life To Live), Christopher Jackson and Mandy Gonzales (from In The Heights), and a whole lot of other terrific people have their way with the great songs of Burt Bacharach? Where else are you going to hear not one but two songs from Lost Horizon, live on stage? So, get your butt cheeks off of your couch and get your tickets pronto. Speaking of pronto, yesterday was a most fun day. I got up around nine-thirty, did some work on the computer, then was about to go down to the fitness room to get fit when my choreographer called to remind me we had a one-hour rehearsal. So, I dressed quickly and hied myself over to Ripley-Grier rehearsal studios, where Adam and I staged The Things I Will Not Miss (from Lost Horizon) with Miss Julie Reiber and Miss Katie Adams. It’s really cute now, and I’m very pleased with it. After that, I came back to the hotel, after picking up a binder and a ruler so I can do the lighting script. I went down to the fitness room and proceeded to do 7.2 miles on the treadmill at a new, faster speed. It took fifty minutes, I supposedly burned 1040 calories, and I sweated like a pig. I then had to make a whole slew of telephonic calls, which took up way too much time, so I didn’t even start on my cast diagrams (showing their entrances and exits and what mic to use), or the lighting script. Instead, I had to shower and shave and be on my way to sup with Miss Reiber.

We met at the Wicked stage door. She’d chosen a Japanese place a few blocks south of the theater, but when we arrived we found it was closed. So, we walked back to the theater and went to Blue Chili, a Thai restaurant across the street from the Wicked stage door. We had a ton of fun, chatted up a storm, and ate totally yummilicious food. I had a small dinner salad with peanut dressing and Pad Thai, both of which were out of this world. Julie had some sort of soup and some sushi rolls and had a few bites of the Pad Thai. We discussed Wicked, her soon to be new plans, and the album we’re going to do together. Anyway, it was a grand time. I then walked her back to the stage door, and I walked back to the hotel. The streets were really jammed today with tons of shoppers carrying huge shopping bags. It was an amazing sight. By the time I got back, I realized that not only had I done 7.2 miles on the treadmill, but I’d walked an additional three miles, for a total of over ten miles. No wonder I’m sore.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have a full day ahead of me and I must get my beauty sleep and hopefully not be sore, which I abhor because it’s a bore.

Today, my full day consists of getting up, going to the fitness room (but I don’t think I’ll push quite so hard today), doing some diagram and lighting script work, then attending the matinee of South Pacific, supping with Adam Cates (hopefully at the Brooklyn Diner), and then seeing an off-Broadway play called Judy and Me, after which Adam and I will go to Joe Allen for a nightcap. I will, of course, have a full report on the entire day and evening.

Tomorrow, I’ll be doing my fitness routine, finishing up the diagrams, and then seeing a matinee of Road Show, after which FJL, Bill Parry, and I will grab a bite to eat. Then I’ll probably come back to the hotel and finish some more of the lighting script (and I’ll bring it with me to the band rehearsal if I haven’t finished), and then cab it to the band rehearsal, which is from seven to eleven. Then I’ll have to come right home, get as much sleep as possible, and then get to New World Stages bright and early Monday morning (no fitness routine on Monday).

Tuesday, I have a little rehearsal with Kevin and Linda Purl to stage a number for their new act, and then it’s the hainsies/kimlets get-together. I gather that there are not many people attending, which I frankly do not understand, as every get-together that I’m not there for is extremely well attended. So, no lazy bones, get your butt cheeks off your couches and let FJL know you’re coming. We’re going to John’s Pizza at eight.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, visit the fitness room, do diagrams and lighting cues, attend a matinee, sup, attend an evening show, have a nightcap, and come home and sit on my chair like so much fish. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite Thai and Chinese dishes – and where have you had your all-time best Chinese and Thai meals – and what did you eat? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I try not to be sore anymore. I say what for to being sore – being sore is a snore and I shall now ignore being sore to my core.

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