Brooke, Belting, and Beer

I've finally started seeing theatre again. Unfortunately, I can only afford to see theatre that I don't have to pay for. Lucky for me, I know a network of attractive and powerful men who can hook me up. Thank GOD I wasn't born a brunette (pronounced: thank GOD for peroxide) or I'd still be waiting in the lottery lines.

I started off with The Addams Family. Having been in Chicago when and where it started, I'd heard everything bad thing about it one could say. So naturally, I LOVED IT. Sure, this was no deep piece of theatre that revolutionized the way I think about society or social norms, but I laughed on a Friday night after a few G&T's. And when there's serious belting like that, what gay isn't going crazy?!

Not to mention there was of course a perfect role for me. Who doesn't love watching a show being able to say (with minimal bias) "I could do it better"?

And the Prom Queen Brooke flubbed again! I was squealing like the fat, jealous cheerleader on the bottom of the pyramid when the skinny bitch falls. But I'll admit, her boobs looked flawless.

Then I went to see Shakespeare in the Park...it was Shakespeare...in a park...I think it was called "All's Well That Ends Well" or "A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned"...either way it was free, the costumes were flashy, and they served beer

so they had my vote.

As Brecht said: A theatre without beer is just a museum.

I drink for my art,

TJB: Making It