When I die, promise me not to start a Facebook Group dedicated to my honor.
Do it now! While I’m still alive!
After Christmas in Delaware, I took NJ Transit home. Seven musical-theater people boarded the train in Princeton. All the world’s their stage, and here’s what was on their minds:
“He compared me to the bitch in The Little Mermaid. You know when Ursala gets hot? Well, i think she’s still ugly, and I was like ‘No you didn’t!’”
“What year are you winning your Tony? 2013?”
“They made me watch two girls and a cup. I kept saying ‘It’s just ice cream!’” (someone else: Is that a Youtube thing?)
“I’m so jealous of my friend who’s on tour with Cinderella in Asia. I love Asia!”
“i cry my way through every Holocaust museum i go to.”
“Where in Baltimore are you staying? Is it downtown by all the shops? Some of it is sketchy”
