Thursday, August 21, 2008

Well, I didn't suck

Cabaret for Life went extremely well tonight. There was some amazing talent on the stage. I was up there too. And while I think I did a pretty good job, I very conspicuously squeaked on my money notes at the end of "Maybe This Time." Maybe next time I'll do better.

And I'm pretty sure people politely averted their eyes when I went back to my seat. But I didn't forget my words, and my topical humor went over well. And the two powerhouse singers went after me, which is far more preferable to me following them. And one of the waiters was totally hot. Which always counts for something.

The domestic partner even snapped a picture of me with his trusty (albeit flash-devoid) camera phone. He captured me mid-gesture (no doubt one of my gestures about watching football or driving tractors) but for some reason the gesture ended up making me look kind of gay:
Oh, yeah. The event was an AIDS Marathon fundraiser. The final numbers aren't in yet, but the early returns were $1,000 at the door and at least $500 in individual donations. Which is a pretty good haul.

And my friend Jeff—the brains (and the talent) behind tonight's adventure–has asked me to sing with him again. In a cabaret show featuring me and ... me. I'm not sure I have enough confidence in myself to seriously believe I could be my own headliner. But I'd certainly share the bill with someone else. I'll keep you posted. :-)

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