I have to post or my journal will get deleted...
...or that's what I heard.
This is a news post, full of TMI and John Barrowman. Surprise.
I suck at lj. I'm crap at html because I'm a fucking dinosaur. And if I'm not writing (which I'm not these days for some reason), I don't bother to post. All my friends post marvelous, funny, crazy, kinky, sometimes all at once shit ( BEARS?!!!). There are tons more. I feel guilty reading and not posting my own shit. writerinadrawer is down to 5 writers, and I suck at voting, too. alba17's film challenge community reel_torchwood is just getting started. I will try not to suck at that.
Old news. I went to JB at the RAH in June. My sister kadairk and I waiting at the stage door (of course), freezing and needing to pee, while JB swilled champagne with his entourage. We did see him, finally. kadairk took this picture. She also touched him, then touched me, so I have touched John Barrowman OMG! I have no idea who the gentleman in the front is. That may be Gavin behind JB and to the right.
Not as old news. While in the States over the summer, I hung out with alba17, meaning, we sat around and deconstructed COE and drank very good coffee or Diet Coke with lime. We were devastated. I have decided to pretend it didn't happen. Because it makes me happy. In Washington, alba17 and I met up with amand-r, blue_fjords, taffimai, and adjovi. Lots of fun and inappropriate commentary.
Newer news. This Thursday evening, we (the family) are flying to London again, where we have tickets to see...wait for it...YES, John Barrowman in La Cage aux Folles.
Hike that dress up a little more, John.
I heard/read/dreamed that La Cage is supposed to be 12-and-over, but fuck that; my 9-y-o Johnette is going. He wants to wear his JB tour t-shirt and a Santa Claus hat because he is, in his words, too young to go in drag. We shall see. We are sitting in the dress circle one night, and at cabaret table C the next. Since the cabaret tables are strictly 18-and-over, neptuneskisses has kindly agreed to come along and sit with my wannabe Barrowman in the stalls. neptuneskisses has no idea what's in store.
We'll do other stuff in London, too. After all, it's not a trip to see John Barrowman; it's a family vacation. It is!
TMI news. My count-down to La Cage is complex. There is hair coloring/cutting/removing (threading feels weird), nail buffing/polishing, clothes/shoes/bags shopping, and heels wearing. (I never wear them, but if JB can do it, damn it, so can I.) There is also doctor visiting, because something is very very wrong with my thyroid, and I sometimes have trouble swallowing past this new lump, which is Probably Not Good. The fact that this shit has been going on for several years make me feel optimistic that I will survive to see John Barrowman next week.
In not-that-surprising news, John Barrowman is not afraid to sing songs he doesn't know, in high heels and package-revealing gym shorts (or are they boxers?). It is a nice package. He bounces. Warning: He does not know the words, and he does not sing in the same key the band is playing in. To be fair, it is a difficult key for the man. But fuck it, he looks fantastic in those heels, and I don't care what Nick says. (If you haven't seen this, where have you been for the last 2 days?)
In this-is-not-totally-about-John-Barrowman-news, the video I'm obsessively watching this week is by my second-favorite musical theatre performer, Raúl Esparza. I'd seen him in the Company dvd and was impressed, despite my fangirlish devotion to Barrowman as Bobby, which I've never seen and never will. (I prefer Barrowman's version of Being Alive.) But this...this is AMAZING. This is sex.
This news post has taken entirely too long to write, and my lj cut probably won't work properly because I suck.
This is a news post, full of TMI and John Barrowman. Surprise.
I suck at lj. I'm crap at html because I'm a fucking dinosaur. And if I'm not writing (which I'm not these days for some reason), I don't bother to post. All my friends post marvelous, funny, crazy, kinky, sometimes all at once shit ( BEARS?!!!). There are tons more. I feel guilty reading and not posting my own shit. writerinadrawer is down to 5 writers, and I suck at voting, too. alba17's film challenge community reel_torchwood is just getting started. I will try not to suck at that.
Old news. I went to JB at the RAH in June. My sister kadairk and I waiting at the stage door (of course), freezing and needing to pee, while JB swilled champagne with his entourage. We did see him, finally. kadairk took this picture. She also touched him, then touched me, so I have touched John Barrowman OMG! I have no idea who the gentleman in the front is. That may be Gavin behind JB and to the right.
Not as old news. While in the States over the summer, I hung out with alba17, meaning, we sat around and deconstructed COE and drank very good coffee or Diet Coke with lime. We were devastated. I have decided to pretend it didn't happen. Because it makes me happy. In Washington, alba17 and I met up with amand-r, blue_fjords, taffimai, and adjovi. Lots of fun and inappropriate commentary.
Newer news. This Thursday evening, we (the family) are flying to London again, where we have tickets to see...wait for it...YES, John Barrowman in La Cage aux Folles.
Hike that dress up a little more, John.
I heard/read/dreamed that La Cage is supposed to be 12-and-over, but fuck that; my 9-y-o Johnette is going. He wants to wear his JB tour t-shirt and a Santa Claus hat because he is, in his words, too young to go in drag. We shall see. We are sitting in the dress circle one night, and at cabaret table C the next. Since the cabaret tables are strictly 18-and-over, neptuneskisses has kindly agreed to come along and sit with my wannabe Barrowman in the stalls. neptuneskisses has no idea what's in store.
We'll do other stuff in London, too. After all, it's not a trip to see John Barrowman; it's a family vacation. It is!
TMI news. My count-down to La Cage is complex. There is hair coloring/cutting/removing (threading feels weird), nail buffing/polishing, clothes/shoes/bags shopping, and heels wearing. (I never wear them, but if JB can do it, damn it, so can I.) There is also doctor visiting, because something is very very wrong with my thyroid, and I sometimes have trouble swallowing past this new lump, which is Probably Not Good. The fact that this shit has been going on for several years make me feel optimistic that I will survive to see John Barrowman next week.
In not-that-surprising news, John Barrowman is not afraid to sing songs he doesn't know, in high heels and package-revealing gym shorts (or are they boxers?). It is a nice package. He bounces. Warning: He does not know the words, and he does not sing in the same key the band is playing in. To be fair, it is a difficult key for the man. But fuck it, he looks fantastic in those heels, and I don't care what Nick says. (If you haven't seen this, where have you been for the last 2 days?)
Click to viewIn this-is-not-totally-about-John-Barrowman-news, the video I'm obsessively watching this week is by my second-favorite musical theatre performer, Raúl Esparza. I'd seen him in the Company dvd and was impressed, despite my fangirlish devotion to Barrowman as Bobby, which I've never seen and never will. (I prefer Barrowman's version of Being Alive.) But this...this is AMAZING. This is sex.
This news post has taken entirely too long to write, and my lj cut probably won't work properly because I suck.