Actually I was referring to the last show, when I was three people from the stage and had to defend my life from the kicking legs and jutting elbows (but my gay ass is the one that gets threatened to calm down before I get thrown out...RIGHT). The time before that was mezzannine, and I faintly remember conversing with a 13-year-old girl with her mother as my friend sucked off some guy sitting next to her on my other side. MUCH MORE PLEASANT.
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Maybe he'll remember me, and invite me backstage for a post-show glass of absynthe.
One can hope.
Don't be jealous though. I'd buy tickets to see you a fourth time also.
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Wait. Do I really want to know?
Hmmm....
Yes. Yes, I do.
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