Happy St. Patrick's Day! That's the day when all of us Irish people look around and say, "We may not be able to wear One Size Fits All hats, but by golly we can make an entire nation think that drinking green beer and acting like assholes is a good idea!"

It's a good thing we use our powers for good rather than evil.

So yesterday I had a morning rehearsal in Queens, and I actually had to set the alarm for the first time in over a week. I hit snooze five times. Ah, the memories.

I finally dragged my ass out of bed and into the shower, then trekked off to Queens. I was an hour late for rehearsal. How did I manage to be an hour late for rehearsal? By getting lost in every possible way that one can get lost.

Which is three ways--I went in entirely the wrong direction three different times. Quite an accomplishment, I think.

I finally got there and Kelly wasn't there, because she was sick and had called my home rather than my cell, but we had a good rehearsal with just three of us.

I swear, I have never been so casual about a show in my entire life. They constantly called for line, we were working with the cigarettes for the first time, they kept skipping to different moments of the show, Lee is still acting too much like Caileigh's character, I haven't even thought about music yet, it's all just a big bunch of "it'll come out in the wash."

Which I truly believe it will, I'm not neglecting the show at all, I'm just not getting all het up about it and trusting my actresses.

Afterwards, I decided to go to Macy's and use a gift card that I got for Christmas. I was going to use it on Origins shampoo and conditioner, because I cannot afford no $10 bottles of shampoo now that I am unemployed, but I was distracted by the Clinique giveaway.

A nice lipstick and lipgloss and a facial scrub and a bunch of stuff like that, so I bought some toner and a masque. All paid for by The Company That Must Not Be Named, aka The Company That Just Keeps Giving.

Then at night, Omar and I went to see the show at Love Creek, Blue Alaska, and I wore my new lipstick and lipgloss. I swear, I haven't worn lipgloss since 1977 or so, and I think if you wore something the first time it was in you are not allowed to wear it when it comes back in style, but who am I to spit in the face of a Clinique giveaway?

I also wore some glitter that Lucy gave me when she was in town. I so rarely have an opportunity to wear glitter, but since I was wearing lipgloss already, I figure might as well go the glitter route as well.

The only problem is, since I am 38 years old and far too elderly to wear glitter, I'm not very good at it and put on far too much, and it's much more difficult to remove glitter than to put it on in the first place. In taking it off it did come off, but what was left sort of spread all over my face a little bit.

I ended up looking a tiny bit like I was on my way to party with Liza and Halston at 54, but not so's you'd notice.

So the show was spectacular, absolutely brilliant.

I've seen it before, around a year and a half ago or something, and it was great then, but it has been hugely rewritten. Kirsten and Philip were in it last time, and they were doing the best performances of their lives back then--somehow they were even better this time. And Jesse and Wende, also amazing. Not to mention Jesse taking his clothes off, which was very pretty.

Afterwards, I said to him in the hallway, "Hey Jesse, nice cock!" in a loud, clear voice and he turned bright red. Much better than telling him how brave he was, or any horseshit like that.

The thing that I thought was the funniest was Omar was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black jeans and boots and a black belt, and when Jesse dressed in his hustler clothes in the play, he put on...a tight black t-shirt and black jeans and boots and a black belt. "Look honey, you're dressed just like Jesse as a prostitute!"

Afterwards, we went to Burger King, because they end the play by eating Burger King, and Omar was desperate for some. The first one we went to was closed, but we went to another one and had burgers and shakes at 10.30p.

And his t-shirt was fucking covered in glitter. I can't wash it off to save my life, but I put my head on his shoulder for a little minute and it just flies on him like he's magnetic.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo is completely in control this week. Sharing your power will seem like a good idea in a few days, but right now you own this town. Collect your dues. Align the machinery to work for you.

One year ago today:
Until I wrote that, that is, when that astoundingly sexy image of his taking off his ring with his mouth and giving it to Lady Anne came slamming back into my head. No amount of discussion of Kylie Minogue can ever really overshadow that moment.

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