I had a real swell birthday, thank you very much for asking!

First I went to see Cabaret. Now, I found out a couple of weeks ago, around the same time that I found out that I might not be able to see it at all, that Natasha Richardson was leaving the play. I was disappointed, because I thought she was staying with it through September, but she was being replaced by Jennifer Jason Leigh, whom I like very much, so I didn't mind too much.

The really important thing is that Alan Cummings was still with the show. He plays the Emcee, and is the whole reason I got a $75 ticket in the first place!

Well, he was there and he was astonishing.

Jennifer was very good (though she had a couple of sounds wrong in her accent that I kept correcting in my head), all of the actors were solid and wonderful, but Alan Cummings hung the moon, in my opinion. It was one of the greatest performances that I have been fortunate to see.

The concept of the show was great--it wasn't in a theatre, you see, but in an actual old cabaret space, and we were all at tables, and the cabaret in the show was the most decadent, appalling, cabaret you were ever likely to see. All of the girls were filthy and had track marks, and everyone was licking each other--it was great.

And the Emcee was the most decadent of all.
Definitely in my top five theatrical experiences ever.

Afterwards, Nik picked me up outside the theatre and we had dinner, saw Out of Sight (the second time for me--I love that movie) then went to The Blarney Stone and drank our weight in alcohol.

It was an almost perfect birthday.

Before I left the house, I got an e-mail from Lisa about that article she interviewed me for in the Newark Star-Ledger. I was almost out the door, so I stopped at the corner store on my way to the van, but didn't have time to look more when I could not find it there.

I rang Cynthia and left a message asking her to pick up a few copies. When I called back several hours later, she said that Fran was out looking for them right that little minute, so I called back again a few hours later, and he had not been able to find it. So, on my way home I went to the big newsstand at the Port Authority.

It was closing and there was a big pile of newspapers out in front that they were getting rid of, and I grabbed a Star-Ledger and started flipping through it, looking for the section with me in it, and a woman came out and said "Those are not free!" and I said that I knew that, I was just looking for something, and just as she was telling me that I had to buy it from the newsstand downstairs, I found it.

"But that's me, you see. That's me and I have to get this paper!"

And she looked at the picture and said "That is you!" (I was wearing the exact same shirt) and let me buy it even though it was closed.

Great article! And I didn't even object to the picture, in which I didn't look too fat at all, astonishingly enough. It keeps referring to me as "bookkeeper Kymm Zuckert", which was annoying (actor Kymm Zuckert, photographer Kymm Zuckert, director Kymm Zuckert, not goddamn bookkeeper Kymm Zuckert!) but other than that it was swell.

Fingers crossed that no-one from work saw it.

One year ago today:
Nah, it's not gonna rain on my birthday!

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