I think my Olympic fever is finally breaking. Yes, it was exciting the first week, and being the queen that I am was thrilled the games started off with gymnastics - buff men in stirrup-pant leotards - how much gayer can you get? And did you see that embarrassing
picture of the team shirtless with their medals? I mean, they look good and all, but did they have to pose together like that? It looks like the cover of some crazy sports-themed gay porn. Anyway, now I've found myself losing interest as the TV coverage marches on. I mean, how can men's trampoline - WTF!!!! - outdo Michael Phelp's
eight Gold Medals?! And that
tie-breaker sham on the individual woman's uneven bars? Nastia got f*cked hard up the ass with that one. The only consolation to the women's gymnastics team getting screwed over by the underage Chinese team (16 my ass) was hearing Bela Karolyi go off on the judges in those post event interviews. And that Canadian men's synchro diving team of
Alexandre Despatie and Arturo Miranda, with Despatie demanding his best "bud" Arturo be his partner or he wouldn't
compete? I think they're more like butt buddies if you ask me, considering Arturo ain't such a hot diver but looks damn fine in a speedo (see pic). Oh well, it will all be over in a few days and I'll have my evenings back for the new seasons of "Chuck", "Ugly Betty" and "The Biggest Loser"!
I am, however, excited for some of my recent ticket purchases:
Desir (the sexy, rated-R circus show at the
Spiegeltent) next week,
Equus starring Harry Potter’s peter (I mean Daniel Radcliffe) in mid-September, and
Billy Elliot (hopefully not in a neutered “American-safe” edition) in November.
The Met also just opened its box office for single ticket sales. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing hottie
Erwin Schrott in
Giovanni,
Patricia Racette in the gorgeous new
Madama Butterfly (I caught this opening season w/ the incredibly underpowered vocalizing of
Cristina Gallardo-Domâs but was blown away by the physical production) and my home girl,
Diana Damrau in the title role in
Lucia. All this, and I’ll begin rehearsals for both
High School Musical at
CDC and
The Merry Widow with the newly-formed
Pineda Lyric Opera Company (formerly Little Opera Company of NJ). So this fall is shaping up to be crazy busy for me! Did I also mention we’re doing a benefit concert for the opera company in October? Can you say “over-committed”? Anyway, it’s always good being busy so I don’t have time to dwell on the fact that I have no life outside of Morgan Stanley and the theatre. I guess that’s why I enjoy the Olympics so much. For a moment I can pretend I’m just a normal person. I even forced myself and - surprise - enjoyed watching a basketball game. Will wonders never cease? Soon I’ll be drinking, belching and farting on the couch with the other straighties - not. So stay tuned for some reviews and wild tales from Community Theatre land.
I think my Olympic fever is finally breaking. Yes, it was exciting the first week, and being the queen that I am was thrilled the games started off with gymnastics - buff men in stirrup-pant leotards - how much gayer can you get? And did you see that embarrassing picture of the team shirtless with their medals? I mean, they look good and all, but did they have to pose together like that? It looks like the cover of some crazy sports-themed gay porn. Anyway, now I've found myself losing interest as the TV coverage marches on. I mean, how can men's trampoline - WTF!!!! - outdo Michael Phelp's
eight Gold Medals?! And that tie-breaker sham on the individual woman's uneven bars? Nastia got f*cked hard up the ass with that one. The only consolation to the women's gymnastics team getting screwed over by the underage Chinese team (16 my ass) was hearing Bela Karolyi go off on the judges in those post event interviews. And that Canadian men's synchro diving team of Alexandre Despatie and Arturo Miranda, with Despatie demanding his best "bud" Arturo be his partner or he wouldn't compete? I think they're more like butt buddies if you ask me, considering Arturo ain't such a hot diver but looks damn fine in a speedo (see pic). Oh well, it will all be over in a few days and I'll have my evenings back for the new seasons of "Chuck", "Ugly Betty" and "The Biggest Loser"!
I am, however, excited for some of my recent ticket purchases: Desir (the sexy, rated-R circus show at the Spiegeltent) next week, Equus starring Harry Potter’s peter (I mean Daniel Radcliffe) in mid-September, and Billy Elliot (hopefully not in a neutered “American-safe” edition) in November. The Met also just opened its box office for single ticket sales. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing hottie Erwin Schrott in Giovanni, Patricia Racette in the gorgeous new Madama Butterfly (I caught this opening season w/ the incredibly underpowered vocalizing of Cristina Gallardo-Domâs but was blown away by the physical production) and my home girl, Diana Damrau in the title role in Lucia. All this, and I’ll begin rehearsals for both High School Musical at CDC and The Merry Widow with the newly-formed Pineda Lyric Opera Company (formerly Little Opera Company of NJ). So this fall is shaping up to be crazy busy for me! Did I also mention we’re doing a benefit concert for the opera company in October? Can you say “over-committed”? Anyway, it’s always good being busy so I don’t have time to dwell on the fact that I have no life outside of Morgan Stanley and the theatre. I guess that’s why I enjoy the Olympics so much. For a moment I can pretend I’m just a normal person. I even forced myself and - surprise - enjoyed watching a basketball game. Will wonders never cease? Soon I’ll be drinking, belching and farting on the couch with the other straighties - not. So stay tuned for some reviews and wild tales from Community Theatre land.
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