When it rains, it sucks
“All these straight actors are being praised and getting all these awards for playing gay roles, but Tom Cruise plays straights roles all the time, and I don’t see him getting any awards.”
–Greg Fitzsimmons, “Best Week Ever”
It never fucking fails. Whenever I take some time off, it always rains on my head. What the crap?
They’re showing that “Lestat” musical at the theatre down the street, and it’s really brought out the rabble. Now, I read the Vampire Chronicles and enjoyed them—in high school. But these pasty, stork-like dorks and plump, bespectacled chicks all decked out in flashy funeral garb do nothing to enrich the experience of the revue nor their own personal self-images dressed thusly.
The Body Shop has replaced its pore-suffocating self-tanning foam with a much more skin-friendly lotion. Inspired, I glazed my whole upper body with some and headed out to the E.U. (European Union) Friday night feeling ¼ more confident than usual. That’s where I met an adorable 22-year-old James Duval look-a-like named, let’s say, Darren. A bit more musical theatre than I’m accustomed to and didn’t know what the word “clientele” meant, but came with floppy black hair and gleaming onyx eyes that contributed to an overall adorable package. We went out for some post-clubbing grubbing in the drizzly night and chatted ‘til the wee hours. I called him Sunday to see if he wanted to go out again, and he mentioned he was going to call me earlier that day to have lunch, but he was too impoverished to go out.
So……I guess…. we’ll see?
