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Broadway! And things!
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:32 pmTonight I passed up the opportunity to watch the first results show of Season 11 of Dancing with the Stars live on my TV, to go see a preview of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson live in person. I know, color yourself shocked that anyone could make such a choice. (also, dear Google: why is the the show's actual website way at the bottom of the first page of results? Is this because I have shunned Google Instant?)
Trips into the city always seem to bring the unexpected, even just going into Midtown, and today was no exception:
- Asian guy wearing a yarmulke
- Pop Tart World, which has made its hopefully temporary home on 42nd near Times Square
- My prospective employer, on my train, in my car, on the way to a Yankee game with his wife and father-in-law. Part two of job interview from Friday, conducted in the midst of a full car of grumpy commuters, with his wife providing peanut-gallery commentary. It's a really good thing I'm still interested in the job, because Wow, awkward.
- Someone in Times Square who was holding a sign detailing what I am sure is some sort of horrific tragedy, but the unfortunately-titled website that the sign referred to was something like helpthesituation.com. I wouldn't have even noticed if I wasn't so despairing about Mike, aka The Situation, being on Dancing with the Stars this season, but there you go.
Not unexpected, but still disconcerting:
- Really, really hot guy sitting in my row at the theater, who I suspect might have been (might still be, in fact!) one of the swings in the show. Like, seriously, truly, disconcertingly handsome, like people have no right being in real life, just walking around. As much as I profess to adore Michael Esper, at least he still looks like a person one might pass on the street.
( more stuff about Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, and my experience of it ) ETA: and when I got home just now, the only piece of mail in my box was a Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson mailer for discount tickets. You will not win, Broadway Marketing! *shakes fist*
Today was supposed to be a Clean ALL the Things day, which predictably devolved into Clean SOME of the things, then get distracted by many of the things I located while cleaning, including the Losers DVD that I ordered as soon as it was released, and then never took out of the shipping packaging, much less watched. I discovered that now that I know what happens, I'm not at all interested in watching Max's scenes, which makes me sad, because I usually continue to enjoy watching villains in movies that I like. (Hi, Alan Rickman and Timothy Olyphant!)
Trips into the city always seem to bring the unexpected, even just going into Midtown, and today was no exception:
- Asian guy wearing a yarmulke
- Pop Tart World, which has made its hopefully temporary home on 42nd near Times Square
- My prospective employer, on my train, in my car, on the way to a Yankee game with his wife and father-in-law. Part two of job interview from Friday, conducted in the midst of a full car of grumpy commuters, with his wife providing peanut-gallery commentary. It's a really good thing I'm still interested in the job, because Wow, awkward.
- Someone in Times Square who was holding a sign detailing what I am sure is some sort of horrific tragedy, but the unfortunately-titled website that the sign referred to was something like helpthesituation.com. I wouldn't have even noticed if I wasn't so despairing about Mike, aka The Situation, being on Dancing with the Stars this season, but there you go.
Not unexpected, but still disconcerting:
- Really, really hot guy sitting in my row at the theater, who I suspect might have been (might still be, in fact!) one of the swings in the show. Like, seriously, truly, disconcertingly handsome, like people have no right being in real life, just walking around. As much as I profess to adore Michael Esper, at least he still looks like a person one might pass on the street.
( more stuff about Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, and my experience of it ) ETA: and when I got home just now, the only piece of mail in my box was a Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson mailer for discount tickets. You will not win, Broadway Marketing! *shakes fist*
Today was supposed to be a Clean ALL the Things day, which predictably devolved into Clean SOME of the things, then get distracted by many of the things I located while cleaning, including the Losers DVD that I ordered as soon as it was released, and then never took out of the shipping packaging, much less watched. I discovered that now that I know what happens, I'm not at all interested in watching Max's scenes, which makes me sad, because I usually continue to enjoy watching villains in movies that I like. (Hi, Alan Rickman and Timothy Olyphant!)
