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.)
Alas. I don’t imagine getting out to see any of these, but I sure would like to, asshole pelvis and all.