dagmaraka wrote:one downside to last night's performance: the man i like (a lot), one of the few straight guys, most likely has a girlfriend. unless he has a very affectionate sister. though he was saying he has family visiting, the said lady didn't look like it.
Never know bout those things tho!
I was visiting my friend M. today, on my way to the airport back to budapest, i love her she's the coolest - in many ways, anyway - and one of 'em is that she's hugely affectionate/physical. Aint noone i havent actually ever kissed or anything whom i can hug and cuddle that
nice with - and i'm sure that if anyone'd see us hugging goodbye, kiss each other in the neck, on the mouth, then hug again, me lifting her up in jest, they'd say,
gotta be his girlfriend. But she aint - never will be - and been others like her. So - jus saying - you cant know that kinda thing just by observing something like that - so theres hope!!
Nah, nimh. It seems about 85% sure. The girl came again yesterday, plus R. talked about some Erin keeping him up at night doing this and that... So unless it's an unlikely combination of a very affectionate sister and a squirmy cat or a dog, it is a girlfriend.
It was kinda exciting to have an 'object' again. It was probably caused by the fact that he was one of the three straight guys of the company (of whom one is much older and married) and there every day. Otherwise we probably don't have much in common. Sigh. He'll be around throughout the show.... which ends Sept. 6. Hope I'll faze the crush out by then.
Good god, that's a long run, dag! I know you take the show on the road to P'town in the summer. Does it come back home again after that?
Nope. After that we'll start rehearsing for Plexiglass menagerie... whatever that will be
mac11 wrote:Good god, that's a long run, dag!
I think this may qualify her for a pension.
i sure hope so. i'm ready!
BACKSTAGE:
King Ptolemy (one of the few straight guys in the group, although on the stage he acts like the queerest queen. He's hilarious, and vastly talented)
Getting ready for the show:
From right to left: Agrippa, the roman guard, Ptolemy, Jenny (chorus girl), Siphylis, and Mark Anthony in the background.
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are you fanning yourself, or wagging a disapproving finger at him?
What's with all of the pack'n'plays? Ya'll have a creche for the next generation of Orphans, or what?
dd, i'm a furriner. what's pack'n play? what's creche?
region, i'm fanning self. Mark Anthony is HOT HOT HOT!
yeah, i just saw you paid jp a visit at his Avatar Store...
i did, but i had to pay him a boatload to resume his activities...
well thank you. that was nice of you to do.
dagmaraka wrote: dd, i'm a furriner. what's pack'n play? what's creche?
A creche (the first "e" should have an accent) is kinda like an orphanage. It's a place where children are raised en masse.
A pack'n'play is a portable crib. That's what those mesh baskets in the background look like to me.
Stupid vocabulary. I hate to explain jokes....
Aaaahhhhh, you mean the tupperware bins! That's where we put our costumes and props. And yes, that's where we'll store newly hatched Orphans, too. Ooops, gotta go breed!
Boston Phoenix review by Carolyn Clay (she's usually quite a nasty bitch in her reviews, thus this one is all that more valued - praise does not come easily from her at all)
This is territory Landry was born to conquer: campy before he even got there. And the Gold Dust Orphans, under James P. Byrne's direction, put on one hell of a show. Cleopatra features, along with $400 worth of feathers and a working milk bath, a lurid scenario that does not veer too far from what we know of ancient history. Along with enough simulated frenzied sex to fire up Caligula, Landry supplies clever vaudeville dialogue ("The people are revolting." "You can say that again."), and there are well-belted rock songs by Landry and Bill Hough (performed to raucous pre-recorded accompaniment by Landry's band, Space Pussy). The dramatis personae include, in addition to the usual suspects, such characters as Syphilis, Prognosis, Fistula, and Fagonius. The spectacle is ingenious, cheesy, and uproarious, with a lot of clowning both villainous and vamping. Amid the political and libidinous swirl are strong showings by Mark Meehan as an ineffectually impassioned Antony bringing down the house with a rocking ode to his "love jones," Landry as a lustful but curiously shy Caesar, Gene Dante as a BC Simon Legree of an Octavian, and Sharon Hart performing a zippy paean to the lily-white Caucasian-ness of Rome. Afrodite has real chops for the blues and gives a performance that binds diva flouncing to genuine poignancy inside one thick, shimmering, skintight frock. Or make that a dozen, including the rug in which she's delivered to Caesar.
Excellent review! Hope there's a movie version!
Congratulations, dagmaraka!
