The New Acronym that Will Rival “WTF” and “FML”

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to quickly write this post to document for humanity the birth of the acronym that will soon rock the internet, popular culture and facebook statuses. This acronym was created solely by me (Josh) and I just wanted to make a clear record of the date and time I invented this acronym so that I can say, “hey, you that one acronym? I invented it, and here’s proof, BITCH.” I really hope it takes off and becomes as widely used as LOL, OMG, and OMFG, but you know, that’s is all wishful thinking because it’d be hard to become as prolific as those idol acronyms.

The acronym is: HFS

Short for: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

Pronunciation in conversation: Simply “H. F. S.” or the cuter “Hiffs!”

Example usage:

1. To preface a statement, indicating it’s emphatic nature. “HFS, why’d you eat all the chips Nomi!”
2. To punctuate an already emphatic statement, escalating emphasis. “Britney Spears touched my hand!!! HFS!!!” (Note: in these cases, “HFS” is almost always pronounced “H. F. S.” with emphasis placed on each individual letter for dramatic effect.)

I’d also like to use this opportunity to preview another acronym for you guys– let me know what you think!

The acronym is: GTS

Short for: “Giggles to self”

Pronunciation in conversation: Almost always pronounced as a single word, “gits”.

Example usage:

1. A diminutive form of “LOL”, used when something was pretty funny, but not really funny enough to make you laugh out loud. This is more honest and frank than “LOL” most of the time, while at the same time is still complimentary and not too mean. Example: “haha gts.” (Note: due to it’s unemphatic nature, “GTS” is rarely followed by exclamation points.)

Because a post is long overdue…

Hey Boshers,

Who knew college was so hard? But now that I’ve finally finished my last midterm of the week (I still have another midterm and two papers due next week and I also have an 9AM class tomorrow, but WTH, I feel like writing today!), I have time to come to Bosh and let you know about my life in Harlem.

I guess these first 8 weeks or so have been tough for me to blog because I’ve been feeling generally uninspired to do anything– uninspired to write, join clubs, get a job, eat decent meals, exercise, sing, draw, compose music, doodle, and at times even uninspired to do homework. But for some reason, this week I feel on top of everything (most likely because of my discovery of the beauty of Google Calendars) and I’ll be starting work soon hopefully and everything will be on track. In fact, today, I thought of two songs I wanted to do vocal arrangements for (in addition to Britney’s discography), recommenced work on the “Showgirls: The Opera” libretto, mulled a theme in my mind for a potential play, and I even finished all my homework according to my schedule.

I guess it could be described as beautiful.

Of course, I’m not going to finish any of those things, but the fact that I’m thinking about them again is promising. And better yet, I don’t have class tomorrow evening like I always do, so this is going to be a relaxing Thursday!

Since I’ve been gone for so long, I have no idea where I’m going with this post… there are so many things I want to talk about but they all require their own posts and I don’t think I have the stamina to write 20 posts in one night. So I’ll focus on what I did just two nights ago, Monday, a little more than 48 hours ago.

The day started off pretty bland. I sat in my room and did homework. I’m pretty sure I ate EasyMac for breakfast and Cup Noodle for lunch.

But that night, after doing extensive research, I decided to go down to the Village near NYU (I am really jealous of their area) for a haircut. All of the SuperCuts in the City had gotten bad reviews on Yelp and Citysearch and I found this local place called “Astor Place Barbershop”. Plus, I was planning on going down there for a book signing that Augusten Burroughs was doing at a nearby Barnes & Noble.

The barbershop was so ghetto that I walked right past it the first time. There wasn’t even a store front– there was just a sign on the side of a bank that said to go down these wide stairs for the barbershop. I walked down the stairs, and I saw on the door that they had a karaoke bar. That’s really strange for a barbershop. After opening the door, I was greeted by a huge basement barbershop that almost seemed to inhabit the entire underground of the city. I was directed somewhere to the left and straight into the chair of a woman named Suzy. I told her what I wanted and she was done within 10 minutes. However, I wasn’t specific enough and she gave me a slightly different hairstyle, but I’ve been subconsciously wanting to try something new, so maybe Suzy was just reading my subconscious. The whole shebang only cost me $15 and I tipped Suzy $5. It was fucking glorious.

After my cut, I met up with the friend I had come down to the Village with (she wanted to meet up with a high school friend) and the three of us walked the 6 blocks up to Union Square. Nothing really too impressive about the square itself except for all the people and the good shopping surrounding it. We walked into the Barnes & Noble, which was really unassuming from the front, but it turns out that it’s 4 stories and massive. When we got to the 4th level where Augusten was supposed to be reading and signing, it was already packed. There were perhaps 100 people seated in the front, and then another 100 that were forced to stand in the back. Not a bad audience huh Mr. Burroughs?

He read an excerpt of his new book “You Better Not Cry” and at the end even answered some questions. For you Burroughs fans (which is really just Elaine), he revealed that “Dry” has been optioned to become a TV series! I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. Someone also asked him what his next book was about, but he couldn’t tell us. He did confirm that it was already in the works and mostly finished. He even has another book in progress but he said that that one will most likely be shitty.

We had to wait in a long-ass line after the reading to get our books signed and we ended up waiting 3 hours. But it was worth it I guess since when I told him that my name wasn’t Elaine (they had written down our dedication names on post-its before going up to him to speed up the whole process) he sassily retorted, “I know!”. And then when I told him that Elaine was the person who introduced me to his work and that she’s read every single book of his several times (both are true), he said, “well that’s awesome, I really hope she enjoys it!”.

Well here is the photo that is the culmination of all these events:

Augusten and Josh-- new besties.

Notice the haircut, the author, and the autograph book.

I’d say it was a night well spent.

Elaine’s Wonderful Day

Dear Readers,

Today I have had the most beautiful day. My heart is filled with joy and I can’t remember feeling this happy for awhile. I would like to share my day with you.

My day starts, I suppose at 12 AM, when I was leaving the VIP Reception I was volunteering at for the Savannah Film Festival. I had spent several hours guarding Claire Danes, Hugh Dancy and Patricia Clarkson in the VIP section. I got to personally fetch and hand a glass of white wine to Claire Danes!

After returning home, thanks to a ride from one of the festival directors, who was, obviously, fun to talk to, I cuddled into bed at 1 AM. I realized how thankful I was that I brought my stuffed polar bear, Dudley, to college.

My 8 AM class was moved to 9 AM, and even though I still had to wake up early, I felt happy and well rested. I woke up to a text from my neighbor asking if I wanted to walk with her and her roommate to class. She knocked on my door ten minutes later and gave me a half a bagel.

We walked together and chatted and laughed.

After class was over I hung out a a really cute cafe that I had been meaning to try, and had some coffee (my new fave thing) and a delicious spinach and feta croissant. I even got a SCAD discount!

Then I walked around the corner to the theater and and started my first shift of the day for the film festival. It turned out that we were just hanging out in the lobby during the show, so I got to talk to meet more cool people and we talked for a few hours. At the conclusion of my shift, I realized that the shift leader was the woman who directed Hedwig here in Savannah! I talked to her for a bit and that was really exciting.

I stopped at CVS on the way back, and it made me feel grown up to go grocery shopping.

As I was walking back to my dorm, I looked around and realized that I love Savannah.  The beautiful green squares, the hanging Spanish moss…I’ve even fallen in love with the stores and streets I see every day. I walked down my favorite street and checked on the progress of the tattoo shop that just opened there. I feel proud that they have finally opened and that the inside is decorated so nicely!

As I turn the corner, a man washing the windows of a hotel smiles at me and says, “You got pretty eyes”. I laugh and keep walking. He says, “Turn around and let me see those pretty eyes again”. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am flattered and pleased.

I walk back and see that I have e-mails from my best friends! I talk to my mom on the phone and write an e-mail to my dad.

Then I start my 2D Design project and realize how lucky I am that this is my homework. I am thankful that I go to art school.

After a few hours, and I change back into my film festival shirt for my second shift of the day. I immediately bond with two other girls who had also worked at movie theaters and we spend the five hours shift together. We got to see the second half of the film, Pedro Almodover’s Broken Embraces starring Penelope Cruz, and it was really good!

We walk back in a group and laugh the whole time. One of the girls and I went to grab a snack and realize that we didn’t even know each other’s names. So we trade those, as well as phone numbers and a promise to hang out sometime.

I walk back to my dorm, but on a whim stop at my mailbox and find a letter from Annie Le!

Then walking down my hall I talk to two different rooms with open doors.

Now I sit here, knowing that I have several hours ahead of me on my 2D Design project. This could very well be my first college all nighter. But I don’t mind. I am, on the contrary, excited. I have a large Peanut Butter Energizer smoothie by my side and Britney Spears’ complete discography on my iPod. I love college. I love SCAD. I love Savannah. I love life.

Hoping you are as happy as I am,

Elaine Rose Gray

Just an Observation

For the past three days, Josh and I have talked for at least two hours a day.

I think homesickness may be starting to kick in.

The good old days.

Anything Can Happen on Halloween!

Well, Happy Halloween, everyone! I’m celebrating by working on a 2-D Design project! Woohoo! I guess that Josh is a parade or something. Whatever. I feel bad for him. Does anything ever happen in New York?

But no matter how you’re celebrating All Hallow’s Eve, it’s really complete until you’ve feasted your eyes on this wonderful scene from an 80’s Halloween movie called The Worst Witch starring none other than Mr. Tim Curry himself.

No words can describe the magic that is this song. The wonderful technology of the green screen was utilized to perfection, and Tim Curry’s smooth, British voice brings the amazing lyrics to life. His mid-verse orgasm also adds a level of inappropriateness not seen in children’s films before. Please enjoy. I’ve already watched it three times today:

And just for fun…

 

3 Video Premiere!

Good morning everyone!

And happy holidays! Today is BriEaster, the day that we celebrate the resurrection of Britney Spears’ career after having those two babies. It is marked by the release of Blackout in 2007.

As if that wasn’t that enough reason to celebrate, today is also the day that the “3″ video has been released, and personally, I LOVE it!

Please witness it for yourself:

Click me to see the 3 video!!

Seriously, I love this video. It features all the things that I appreciate in life: a half naked Britney Spears, seeing Britney Spears grind up on sexy girls and boys, new dance moves performed by Britney Spears, girls hanging on poles, and, most importantly, great cinematography!!

This video features an element common in many Brit vids: cutaways to a sexy Britney dancing/rolling around/touching herself/touching other people. It doesn’t feature any kind of “story” like “If U Seek Amy” or “Womanizer” did, but that’s okay because it’s just a chance to show off how good looking she is.

These are some of my favorite parts, time-stamped for your convenience:

0:05 – LOVE the built in Fantasy advertisement.

0:47 – The second I know that this will be a masterpiece.

0:50 – Oh shit!

0:54 – Look at what she’s wearing!!

1:10 – Josh and I will learn this dance.

1:26 – Dayuuuum!

1:18 – BEST DANCE MOVE EVER!

2:05 – Sexy move. And that dancer has the Hebrew alphabet tattooed around his arm!

2:10 – LOL at her ponytail!!

2:19 – Holla at faux lesbianism!

2:26 – Who is that bitch?! Focus on Britney!

2:31 – Oh wow. That psycho camera work was kind of off-putting.

2:45 – She does a cute little nose scrunch.

3:00 – LOL! Why didn’t she go into acting??

Savannah Isn’t So Bad…

So first, Hedwig and the Angry Inch came to the Bay Street Theatre at Savannah’s Club One.

Then tonight was The Rocky Horror Show. Starring, of course, the former Ms. Hedwig as the current Dr. Frank-N-Furter. And bitch turned it out! It was so much fun and sexy and sparkly.

Clearly, this is becoming my favorite place in the great city of Savannah.

I was mildly disappointed when I saw the next announced play. I had never heard of it. I was hoping for REPO! The Genetic Opera, because that would complete my unholy trinity of favorite musicals. Instead it was a play called Mr. Marmalade. I looked it up and I’m ashamed of my initial skepticism because it looks so fucking good!

Lucy is a four-year-old girl with a very active imagination. Unfortunately, her imaginary friend Mr. Marmalade doesn’t have much time for her. Not to mention he beats up his personal assistant, has a cocaine addic-tion, and a penchant for pornography and very long dildos. Larry, her only real friend, is the youngest suicide attempt in the history of New Jersey. MR. MARMALADE is a savage black comedy about what it takes to grow up in these difficult times.

Britney bless queer Savannah theatre!

Paranormal Activity

No, this post will not be about the new film of the same title, but rather about something that has happened in our own lives which is perfectly summed up by the phrase “Paranormal Activity”.

Last night Forrest, Nishita, Josh and I were iChatting:

There we are! Don't we look happy?

After about an hour, Josh left, and then iChat started freaking out. First, it did this:

That scary picture of Josh is the one that remained on the screen even after he had signed off. But it did that weird thing in the middle where Nishita would be. (Oh, and Forrest just turned his sephia effect on, it didn’t do that.)

Then it just died, and when Nishita would invite us back, it would just immediately die again.

So, after a few times of Nishita inviting us and it dying, the most horrifying thing I’ve ever witnessed happened.

She invited me and Forrest, and it just never showed a video of her. It was just a still picture. On Forrest’s side, there was also a still picture. BUT NOT OF HIM. It displayed an error message and I was trapped. Alone with still-Nishita and not-Forrest.

Here is the photographic evidence:

WTF????? Can anybody explain what has happened?!? Clearly, that individual is NOT FORREST. But why did he pop up when Nishita invited Forrest? It is clearly a human being, and it kind of looks like he’s in a dorm room, too. And why is his face so close to the camera!?!

This has been plaguing us since last night and I think that we all had nightmares. Can someone explain this paranormal activity??

I AM INSPIRED

I just had to share this incredible piece of artwork with somebody. It’s the poster to Andy Warhol’s Chelsea Girls and I can’t believe that I’ve never seen it before. This makes me want to go to art school and study film to one day make something this amazing.

Oh…I guess I’m pretty lucky then!

Happy Birthday, Divine!

Today, October 19, would have been Divine’s 64th birthday. Don’t know who Divine is? Leave.

Just kidding! I’m all about educating the ignorant!

See, for the past couple weeks my life has been kind of Divine-centric because I’m doing an informative speech on John Waters for Public Speaking. I love saying “300 pound drag queen” out loud in a classroom setting. I didn’t even realize that Divine’s birthday was coming up, so it’s kind of a nice coincidence. Anyways…

Divine was born Harris Glenn Milstead in a suburb of Baltimore, Maryland. Today he’s best known for eating dog shit at the end of Pink Flamingos.

Chubby and effeminate, he was beat up every day and eventually required a police escort to and from school. Which is where teenage John Waters would see him, standing on the corner every morning, and became fascinated by him.

Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not know who John Waters is? How retarded are you? Seriously, I can’t explain everything. You can just read his Wikipedia page. Jesus.

Anyways, so through the mutual friend of David Lochary, Divine and John met up. John was just starting to make movies, and at first, Divine was a mere back up player.

But noticing the star quality, he soon got all the main parts and was christened “Divine”.

He pretty much always played a woman who was the picture of trashy glamor. Van Smith, Dreamland’s make up artist, would even shave Divine’s hairline back to the center of his head to make enough room for the glamorous eye makeup and high arched eyebrows he imagined:

Divine went on to star in the infamous Pink Flamingos as well as Female Trouble. After taking a break from Waters’ movies to star in some plays in New York and London, he returned to play Tracy Turnblad’s mother in the “accidental family film” Hairspray. (A role recently and embarrassingly reprised by Mr. John Travolta.)

Unfortunately, this leads up to his death. Divine died in his sleep from an enlarged heart the day before he was going to start his part in Married…With Children.

In addition to John Waters movies, Divine made disco music, threw big parties and was an excellent shop lifter. (According to John Waters, he once walked out of a store holding a TV and a chainsaw, so questions asked.)

But anyways, I’m so glad that Divine existed and that he immortalized so many insane characters that will keep people laughing forever. And it’s always nice to have another role model for all the misfits and losers out there.

Happy Birthday, Divine! Wherever you are.

Hey, Obama: Equality We Wanna!

On Sunday, October 11, 2009 Josh and I met in our nation’s capitol to march for LGBT equality with a few hundred, thousand other people.

This march had been planned for awhile, and I really wanted to go, but being in Savannah, Georgia made it kind of problematic. On Friday the 9th, I saw a Facebook status advertising an empty car seat, and I jumped at the chance to go, despite not really knowing the person offering or the people I was going with. That evening, I was in a car with three new friends embarking on our ten hour, all night drive. We were going as a part of SCAD’s Queers and Allies club, and another girls in the club is from Virginia, so she offered her house as a place to stay.

However, I only stayed there one night because on Saturday I was able to meet up with Annu (who goes to George Washington University) and Josh, who was able to take a four and a half hour bus down to D.C. This constituted the first leg of our J+E<3 Reunion Tour (with it’s next planned event being the weekend of November 20th in NYC). The three of us spent Saturday together, and after failing to find a cuhrazyy D.C. party go to, Annu took us on a tour of the monuments at midnight, which was pretty cool. We got back to her dorm around 2ish and Josh and I made a fort under the covers of the bed we were sharing and passed messages by typing them into the text message field of my cell phone – until we decided that that was just overly ambitions and instead went into the hallway to talk for a few hours with Annu. It was nice to be around people that you have a history with again.

Oh, wait. I forgot to mention that we went by the White House during the day and guess who we saw outside?? BO OBAMA GOING ON A WALK!!! Yeah, for real.

The next morning we got some coffee and Josh and I headed off to try to find my SCAD group, which ended up being impossible because of the many, many people that were there. But luckily, we were able to meet up with Emily!

We went to two Prop 8 rallys back in San Diego…but this one was a bit more of a big deal. There were literally people from every state and people who were straight and gay and everything in-between and just a lot of people who were coming together for something that was important to them, which is always pretty cool to see and be apart of. The march led up to the lawn of the capitol building where the rally started. There were many speakers from celebrities, to politicians and just to normal people. They focused a lot on youth also, which was nice. And of course, we were excited to hear from Cynthia Nixon, Michelle Clunie (aka Melanie from Queer as Folk!!) and, of course, Lady Gaga (please notice, by the way, that baby Lady Gaga has to stand on a box to look normal-sized at the podium)!

Anyways, what else can be said? This is obviously an important issue – to us, this generation, and just to human beings in general. If we have to march again, I’ll be there.

It was nice to get to be around Josh again, too. I haven’t been able to talk about Tim Curry for a whole month.

(Photo stolen from Emily Rutherford.)

(The title of this post, by the way, refers to my favorite rally chant that we heard. It was actually performed by some overly-ambition marchers who were chanting it while walking to the starting point of the march.)

Overheard on the Bus

I remember when John Waters told me (well, me and the rest of the hundred people at his show) that he gets his best dialogue ideas from eavesdropping on the street. Lines like a son asking his father, “Why is Mommy crying?” and the father responding, “Because you’re an asshole!”

Well, I’ve been lucky enough to here some pretty good lines on the bus so far. Last week there was this one:

Girl: Yeah, I think I’m gonna get a few more big ones. [In reference to her tattoos]

Boy: But they’re so expensive! Where do you get the money?

Girl: I get child support every Sunday.

Now, there are two clear interpretations for this. Is she getting child support from her own dead beat dad…or from her baby’s daddy?

Then today, I heard this one:

Girl #1: I quit smoking last week, but I wish I hadn’t.

Girl #2: Do you want a cigarette? I just bought a pack.

Girl #1: Okay!

It’s always good to help a friend, right?

I love taking the bus because people tend to talk really loudly with no discretion. I like to then obsess for the rest of the ride about how these people’s lives work. It’s okay to eavesdrop in the name or art, right?

1, 2, 3 Not Only You and Me

Well, today Brit’s “3″ is out on iTunes, and you’d better buy it! As of this posting, “3″ is number 4 on the iTunes Chart! That is so wrong! That bitch Miley Cyrus is number 1! Buy the single to put Britney where she rightfully belongs: at the top.

Or on top?

On that note, and in the spirit of “3″, I’d like to make a list of possible candidates for a fantasy threeway with Britney. There’s you, Brit…and then who else?

1. Beyoncé

Pros: Mz. B probably owns some sexy lingerie and she and Britney could preform a nice duet.

Cons: I’d be scared of Jay-Z’s wrath. Also, they might get in a divalicious catfight. Then again, that might not be such a bad thing…

2) Paris Hilton

Pros: Paris could score us a swanky hotel suite in any city we wanted. And remember her sexy performance in REPO’s deleted scene “Come Up and Try My New Parts”? That bitch is sexy! I would fuck her soul.

Cons: I’ve already seen that shit. Plus it would be in every tabloid the next day…which, again, could be a good or a bad thing. And to quote Brit, her “pussy is hanging out” in the above photo. And does that cross the line into trashy? Or is that what I’m doing right now in fantasizing about my dream three-way partner with Britney?

3) Dr. Frank N Furter

Pros: Where to begin…

Cons: He’s def not into long-term commitments.

4) Nomi Malone

Pros: The Nomes definitely knows what she’s doing in bed (or in the pool (or in the backroom)) .

Cons: She might expect to be paid for her inclusion, and she would probably be on drugs at the time. Also, there’s no telling what diseases Brit and I would be left with after she goes. But she probably wouldn’t even do it because a) she’s “not a whore” and b) she’d probably be on her period.

5) Rum Tum Tugger

Pros: The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat!

Cons: He has so many admirers that it might be hard to ever get him alone (or, alone with Brit and I).

6) Patricia Heaton

Pros: She’s so sweet and endearing on the outside…she must secretly be wild.

Cons: That bitch wouldn’t show up. She’d get “held up” somewhere.

So there you have it. Who would you consider to be in your three-way with Brit?

And don’t forget to buy “3″ on iTunes!!

3

It’s a good day to be a Britney fan. Today Britney’s new single, “3″ was released in anticipation of The Singles Collection, which is being released November 24th.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Umm…wasn’t My Prerogative a greatest hits CD? I’m not buying another one. Shit, I got bills to pay.” Well, my friend, you are a bad fan. And Brit’s released a lot of singles since My Prerogative came out. And you’d better buy the Ultimate Fan Box Set which includes two discs of all the singles, every music video ever, and all the album art with additional pictures and trivia. That is fucking gold. I will die without that.

Anyways, onto discussion of “3″.

Can you guess what it’s about? If you said “threesomes”, you’re correct!”

1, 2, 3
Not only you and me
Got one eighty degrees
And I’m caught in between

Stuff of genius, my friend. She’s a living legend (you can look but don’t touch).

And for you’re listening pleasure, here is the song:

I’ll be honest, I was at first apprehensive for the song when I read some descriptions of it, but I ended up loving it. it’s more Circus than Blackout, but that’s okay. It’s so catchy and fun and I can’t wait to play it at our next dance party!

I love Britney Spears!

Don’t you know me, Savannah, Georgia? I’m the new Berlin Wall!

Yesterday was probably one of my most exciting days here in Savannah because I got to go see a production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. By now I think that I’m able to speak with some authority on this musical, so I guess I will.

From what I can piece together, this is a new venture of the legendary gay club Club One. They’re using the small theatre in the club and are stating to put on musicals there. (I think.) And what better way to kick things off than with Hedwig? It was a really good show. The theatre seating was just a bunch of chair set up, so it was a more intimate setting. There were about 30 people there (as many as we had at the library) and they ranged in age from 18 – mid 60s. Which was kind of surprisingly, considering that this 3 PM show was done specifically for an 18+ audience. The room itself smelled like cigarettes smoke and had a nice atmosphere.

They did change the show in that rather than having Hedwig do the parts of her mother, Luther and Tommy, they actually casted actors for them. The three of them sat in a little window box thing from where I guess backstage would be. They sat all next to each other on a bench, and when it came time for one of their parts, they stood up, the spotlight shined on them, they said their lines and the spotlight went off again. So Hedwig turned to them and was speaking to them rather then just doing the parts herself on stage. And when she opened Tommy’s door, he did his parts from there rather than just an off-stage voice. It thought the whole thing was a little odd. But just because I’m not used to seeing it like that, I guess. I did kind of like having Tommy actually sing “Wicked Little Town” to Hedwig in the end.  He walked out of the window and onto stage where he painted the cross on her forehead, shared a moment with her, and then left. That was kind of nice to actually see. However, it does make the ending a little less interpretive. It’s a little more straight-forward and a little less, “Wait…are they the same person? Did Tommy every exist? WTF is happening?!?!” But that’s not necessarily a bad thing, I guess.

As for the actor, he was just really rock n’ roll and kickass. He has tattoos and tons of energy, jumping around and just rocking out the whole time. But then he was also very vulnerable and was just really incredible (I’m kind of bad at reviewing things. I just know that was really good). And he did the whole show in a sequined pair of four inch fuck-me pumps, a feat not even attempted by JCM.

Unfortunately, poor Yitzhak couldn’t compare to the Cygent Threatre’s Katie Alexander, but that bitch set a fucking high bar, to be fair.

All it all, it was a really good show. And I’m really thankful that this theatre exists, and that I happened across the flyer for it. I mean, they’re doing Rocky Horror next. Could it get any better?

Well, maybe if they did CATS. Keep your fingers crossed!!

Love,

Elaine