Broadway Babes And The Boys Who Love Them
A summary of last night's festivities:





Descriptions left to right, row by row: David decided to wear Hugo, I opted for vintage looking Michael Kors. Our pre show beverages of choice, and after the show Blue Moon beer hit the spot. Cameras are not permitted inside The Palace Theater; I snagged a pic with my Razr anyway, and five fabulous seconds (not the greatest quality - I was terrified of being caught) of Joan Collins during the curtain call.
Related - A late night textversation immediately following the show:
Me: "I got five seconds of the Legends curtain call. Joan fucking Collins. I'm gonna YouTube it later. Fuzzy quality, but I got it. W00t!"
He: "You are the most gay friend I will ever have. I mean that with the highest of awe. Love you."
I'm notorious (there's such a pun there, trust me) about keeping my YouTube videos private. But this one, I had to share.
The seats were amazing. I wish I could bottle the look on David's face the moment the ladies took to the stage.
I will never forget last night, ever.
But just in case Alzheimer's decides to one day pay me a visit, I have these wonderful mementos to serve as a refresher.
And the card David gave me today, thanking me for being his date last night.





Descriptions left to right, row by row: David decided to wear Hugo, I opted for vintage looking Michael Kors. Our pre show beverages of choice, and after the show Blue Moon beer hit the spot. Cameras are not permitted inside The Palace Theater; I snagged a pic with my Razr anyway, and five fabulous seconds (not the greatest quality - I was terrified of being caught) of Joan Collins during the curtain call.
Related - A late night textversation immediately following the show:
Me: "I got five seconds of the Legends curtain call. Joan fucking Collins. I'm gonna YouTube it later. Fuzzy quality, but I got it. W00t!"
He: "You are the most gay friend I will ever have. I mean that with the highest of awe. Love you."
I'm notorious (there's such a pun there, trust me) about keeping my YouTube videos private. But this one, I had to share.
The seats were amazing. I wish I could bottle the look on David's face the moment the ladies took to the stage.
I will never forget last night, ever.
But just in case Alzheimer's decides to one day pay me a visit, I have these wonderful mementos to serve as a refresher.
And the card David gave me today, thanking me for being his date last night.
you boys lookited SOO good!
As you can see, I repaired what I emailed you about. Stupid Blogger. And thanks! David's due for a haircut though. :)
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