...do drunken karaoke. It's one thing when you're wasted and start fuckin' up the lyrics, and singing completely out of tune is of course granted, but when you leave out entire verses of the song and say that it was b/c you couldn't see the words on the screen--well, that my friend is alcohol-induced blindness, and I think then it's time to let the Wilson sisters...ah-lone (pun intended).
Highly recommended Broadway show--I Am My Own Wife. My boss scored me phat orchestra seats, we were almost close enough to have the honor of getting sprayed by a shower of Jefferon Mays's passion prompted saliva. It's a one man show about a German transvestite who by no small miracles escaped both the Nazis and Communists, all the while curating an amazing museum of antique gramaphones and clocks straight out of her house. Sadly the production closes on Oct. 31st, and more sadly most of you don't have a sweet internship to hook you up with tickets, so just take my word for it, it was a damned good show.
I guess sleeping with your boss gives you such perks!
Posted by: PT | October 09, 2004 at 01:58 PM