How many did YOU get this weekend? :-)
The show went smashingly well. Our audiences cheered for the amazing stuff, laughed at the funny stuff, and applauded after all the cool solos and features. I got tons of compliments on my choreography, and I doled out tons of heartfelt compliments to our soloists and my dancers. The whole thing was a love fest. A big gay man-hugging love fest in honor of the birth of our lord and savior, Jesus H. Christ.
(Except for the one Jewish song. I'm not sure what IT was in honor of. Because I don't speak Jewish.)
But it gets better. Emboldened by the irresistable glow I got from my store-brand self-tanner (which is FAR preferable to stage makeup), I also violated my don't-sleep-with-fellow-chorus-members rule tonight at the cast party. I mean I TRIED to violate my don't-sleep-with-fellow-chorus-members rule tonight at the cast party. There's this hunky guy in the chorus, see, whom I've never talked to. (As you more experienced readers may remember, "guy I'm attracted to" = "guy I'm usually a bit shy about approaching.") Anyway, I quite randomly -- honest! -- found myself sharing one of our many dressing rooms with him last night. And then again tonight. And the guy looks GOOD in his underwear. Damn good. (As you more astute between-the-lines readers may note, he and I found ourselves side-by-side in our underwear twice in 24 hours -- and we also managed to sing three smash-hit shows in that time -- and we never once found a reason to strike up a conversation. I'm, like, totally retarded.)
Determined not to let him get away between now and our next rehearsal, which is a whole month away, I boldly walked up to him tonight at our party and said hello. And soon we were "accidentally" brushing hands and thighs and other body parts. And soon after that we had our arms around each other. And before we knew it, we were canoodling. Shamelessly canoodling. One might say we were perhaps even flirting.
And then he dropped the B-bomb. And after a LOT of probing questions, he reluctantly admitted he and the B were monogamous. And then I found out he's a top anyway. Sheesh!
And now I'm sitting home alone, blogging instead of doing whatever it is that people with better luck than mine do.
Just like always.