Last night, as I was replying to an e-mail from my STOG partner in crime, I received a text from a friend.[You know how gmail threads mail conversations? Well, Brandy and I were like a 100 mails into this conversation. One in which, early on, I said, as we were passing by the topic of pap smears, “And stirrups should have Christian Louboutins at the end for women to slide their feet into. I suspect that would make time seem like it is moving quicker for women” And she continued having the conversation with me!]
Anyway the text I received said, “Lauren Graham looks GORGEOUS tonight!”
I was mildly intrigued and replied, “IN THE NAME OF ALL THE IS GOOD IN THE WORLD TELL ME WHERE!!!!!!!!”
I replied with, “What? Where?”
But as soon as I sent it, I remembered that the Tonys were on last night. So I grabbed my remote and switched the channel.
This is surprising for two reasons:
1) I don’t like musical theatre. At all. Or film musicals. Or pretty much anytime anybody randomly launches into song for any reason.
2) I don’t like awards shows. Picking the “best” piece of art? Come on. That’s like planning unicorn races. Or debating who would win in a fight between King Kong and Mothra.
So I’m watching The Tonys.
I’m gchatting with this chick and debating Tweeting the Tony-watching experience. But since opening another tab in my browser seems like a lot of work, I share my witty comments in the chat window.
Fast forward to this morning and I decide that my comments might make a funny blog post.
That is, until I read them.
Though my favourite was: “this fucking sucks. why all the singing??”