let’s go to a show
and be entertained all night
and sneak in reese’s
My antsy-ness (antsiness? antsyness?) is manifesting itself in a strange and powerful way all of a sudden. I’m craving the thea-tah.
Specifically, I want to go see The Intergalactic Nemesis Trilogy. I want to see it really, really badly. And I want to see all three parts of the trilogy, even though you don’t need to see them all to enjoy yourself (so they say). If I miss it now, I can catch it just before my birthday in September when they kick off their national tour by playing one more show in Austin. But I wanna go now!
I also want to see I Love My Dead Gay Son: The Musical (as it’s inspired by Heathers, and its original music is by a group called the Baby Jessicas, which is just a flat out awesome name. [Where were you when Baby Jessica fell down the well? I was in a hotel in Orlando, right next to Xanadu: Home of the Future. My family was going to Disney World the next day, but my sister started running a fever and we went home instead. All I got to do was peek in the windows of Xanadu, watch baby Jessica drama on hotel TV and try to avoid my sister at all costs so I didn’t catch whatever dread disease she had.])
I also want to see The Bunkbed Brothers, especially now that their theatre flooded and they’ve moved the show to a bigger venue and hope to raise money to fix the mess.
And I want to see Requiem (it’s like a dance performance but performed among and within the 120 foot concrete columns of the Intel shell. The dancers use ropes and bungee cords and trapeze bars – it’s sounds awesome.)
And I want to see Savion Glover. And Carol Burnett. (But both of these shows aren’t happening for a while, so they don’t really count.)
And this doesn’t even count all of the bands that are coming to town or any of the ongoing shows we have, like Esther’s Follies and the shenanigans at the Alamo Drafthouse.
Alas. I don’t imagine getting out to see any of these, but I sure would like to, asshole pelvis and all.