MISSING: Tumbelina

I've lost my friend Tumbelina to the wilds of Alaska. She's gone on a respite from NYC and I think she's never coming back. Her return date keeps getting pushed further and further away. Supposedly, she's learning the craft of sewing so she can be the next Project Runway winner. Doesn't the world need a pink drag-queen clothing designer? Yes, yes we do. But my fears of her losing her lip gloss on some icy tundra, while watching polar bears eat seals may have come to fruition. Have you seen her? If you have give her warm pink clothing (only natural fibers and yes, she will wear fur), provide her with lots of liquor and pills (she'll decide which ones she needs) and make sure you have plenty of lip gloss and an Internet connection. You'll know when she's feeling better as she'll become increasingly belligerent and demanding. Tell her that Ryan Charisma misses her and NYC isn't the same.

ALTAR BOYZ

WOW. So much fun it's got to be illegal. I took Mr. Adam to see this show on Saturday for Valentine's Day. I must first warn you that I was feeling very ill (some post-nasal drip / cold thing) and was afraid I wouldn't be able to enjoy the production. The Altar Boyz with the help of God, made for a hilarious, fun filled Saturday afternoon. Just when I thought I couldn't stand another "God" thing, funny or serious - along came this excellent show. Clever lyrics and catchy pop music convey the hilarious messages of God wrapped up with the sycophantic, born again, "yeah God!" attitude. I must recommend this show to everyone. You'll want the CD too. If you're in NYC you should catch this show. I'll even go with you, I'd love to see it again & again!

Ring of Fire

Well everyone, my friend Michael and I went to go see the new Johnny Cash musical "Ring of Fire". It was good. The cast was wonderful and the direction and set were absolutely great. However, the music..., it was country , and more specifically Johnny Cash music. There is no story line at all. Each song is it's own story. The show is highlighted with great, great talent including the band who was onstage and part of the show as well as all 6 performers. Still, it's country music. There is no getting around that. But from where I was seated the 'big' issue at hand was a 'bridge & tunnel', interracial, gay couple who sat 2 rows in front of Michael & I. Let me begin by saying that when the 2 gays entered the theatre that they were both very handsome men. The white gay was astonishingly handsome. Then, they took off their coats. Boy did he (white gay) fall from grace immediately. He had on a white on white print, sleeveless, button down shirt. It would have been lovely having cocktails somewhere in mid-July; but alas it's mid-February. Bad gay! Bad, bad gay. So I mentioned in my ever so slightly catty way to Michael what a waste of a good looking man. Michael concurred and we tried to ignore the vision in white in front of us. It wasn't until intermission when I noticed that our row was discussing the bad gay's white on white print, sleeveless, button down shirt. Even the straights. So what have we learned? That Broadway has infested itself with country music? Or that you can take the gay hick into the city; but you can't be seen in public with him?

When Will It End?

You think the torture pictures from Abu Ghraib are bad. How about having to sit through these tedious Olympic games? The small amount of pleasure that the television does bring me is being obliterated by these "games". I know I can't be the only American who really doesn't care if the "flying tomato" does a half curl down the pike. So what? Cut your hair, you're on TV for Christ's sake. And now Matt Lauer, my morning boyfriend, is wearing Italian fashions, scarves and sunglasses and I find it horrible. He looks like a Euro wannabe. No! I don't like Euros, actually I detest them. I can't stand their syrupy accents and their 'far vision' expression as they "search for the correct English word". "how do you say.......um,... coke - no ice?" Now that's torture. And if I were to smack him/her; I'd be the one to go to jail. Someone take a picture of me trying to watch something 'good' on television? Or will Rumsfeld stop digital cameras from my home as well as Iraq? Stopping America from seeing my suffering every night after work. America know my suffering for we can only stop this insanity if we realize it's happening! Stop these dull Olympic Games before someone gets hurt. Or worse, before someone is forced to read a book, magazine or web page. I guess the Olympics are my personal Abu Ghraib. And if they are, why aren't there naked men everywhere?

Happy Valentine's Day!

Chita Rivera - A Dancer's Life

My friend Michael took me to see Ms. Chita on Broadway last night. She was absolutely great. To think that someone of her age (127?) could perform, dance & sing - eight shows a week. She's amazing. And the show was in the old style variety show. Obviously showcasing Mr. Rivera's Broadway, performances, co-stars, choreographers and loves. A fun show. Your mother would love it, and so would my friend Patti.

Peaceful Religion, My Ass

Well, there they are above. Are you outraged? Me neither. I don't understand. This religion is so angry about a cartoon? Unless I missed something, I do believe that cartoons are forms of jokes. True, they may have a streak of truth; but isn't that what makes them funny? I'm concerned that the Muslims are just looking for someone to hate these days. Really, it's not meant to demean anyone so much as to reflect the artists & possibly the general publics views on the Muslim world. And let's be honest, it's still only a joke. I think the general Muslim public in the Middle East needs to pull itself together and relax. Maybe they're so upset because the joke hits the nail on the head? One thing for sure, their behavior because of these cartoons doesn't say peaceful, loving people to me. We need to be able to laugh at ourselves, only then can we know how to take ourselves seriously. Seriously.

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty

Oh my goodness. I received the trilogy of the Anne Rice Sleeping Beauty books for Christmas. So now, I've began reading them and they are for lack of a better word. DIRTY. I must admit, I sometimes blush and look around the subway car while I'm reading. I feel as though everyone knows I'm reading something extremely sexual. They probably don't know, but I feel guilty. And why do I feel this way? I mean, I'm on the cusp of being "thirtysomething" and I certainly know enough about sex to make informed decisions and judgments. But I feel like a teen reading a forbidden book. As far as the 1st book itself goes - well it's entirely based around the S&M fetish which (confidentially) isn't my thing. I don't feel as though I need to degrade or humiliate anyone. And I certainly wouldn't want it done to me. To take it one step further, it definitely doesn't 'turn me on'. I ask myself several times over, why are you reading this book still? Well, honestly folks, I do like Ann Rice's writing and there's only 3 books to it. So I figure I should finish it. It will make for fabulous cocktail conversation. So someone please throw a cocktail party?