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OMG, we had so much fun! Everyone pulled off a dazzling performance, and the audience ate it up. I should apologize to Bob and Kythryne up front, because the pictures I got of them turned out so badly there was no way to even tell what they were. As for everyone else, well…I did what I could: it was a tough shoot from the back row.
And for those of you who are iTunes-enabled, I published an iMix of some of the music I threw together to play before the show. Of course, the Music Store only had about half of what I played, but you can get a bit of the same feeling of being right there in the theater, waiting in gleeful anticipation of heaping helpings of homo!
Am I really that goofy looking? An online review called me “Charles Nelson-Reilly on steriods.” That’s not good is it?
I know it sounds dodgy, swee’pea, but I think it was meant endearingly. After all, you sure weren’t trying to butch it up, and when you’re the center of attention with that spotlight modelling your contours just so, you DO come across as startlingly well-developed.