In Which Kat Dies Of Joy
I saw Phantom at the Majestic!
I SAW Phantom at the Majestic!
I saw PHANTOM at the Majestic!
I saw Phantom AT the Majestic!
I saw Phantom at THE Majestic!
I saw Phantom at the MAJESTIC!
I SAW PHANTOM AT THE MAJESTIC!
Oh my God.
OH my God.
Oh MY God.
Oh my GOD.
Gak. I'm going to scream, I swear. I saw it. For the first time since I was eleven. The first time I saw it was with Emmett. (I don't know how many of you know about my history with Emmett. Suffice to say that he's a completely pigheaded little creature of the abyss of Hell, and that I detest him from the very bottom of my immortal soul.)
So anyway. Phantom was unbelievably good. I cried five times. (Ben, I apologize for emailing you saying four. . .I keep forgetting and remembering. And there I go again, apologizing.) I cried during the Overture, just because I'm me, during Music of the Night, during All I Ask of You, Reprise, and all through Down Once More, which is the finale. And of course, while Erik was singing, "It's over now the music of the night," I had completely lost any semblance of a dry face or dry eyes.
And now for a very very nit picky thing. Hugh Panaro was the Phantom, and he was fantastic. I'd heard so many great things about him, and now I know they're all true. He really does remind me of Kay's Erik - they share the same deviant sense of humor. For example, while Raoul was being Punjabbed, he was completely making fun of him, and while he was saying, "Monsieur I bid you welcome," and all that, he was bowing and nodding like a demented maitre'd. It was hysterical, and evil, and scary, and squeeful. The only bizarre thing he had was during Stranger Than You Dreamt It he was lying on the floor crying, and so was Christine, which was slightly odd. I would've preferred her standing.
But enough of my gushing. More upon this at a later date, or in other words, a date which shall be later, and not now, but later, or, in other words, the word late with an R on the end. Or the word at with an L in front and an ER at the end.
What can they possibly do with a cow?!?
You must search for the grail within yourselves.
You mean someone's swallowed it?
I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,
J.G.
10 Comments:
Thanks for allowing me, daroga.
O.O
I just called you daroga. And it wasn't by design. By reflex. Scary.
Well, I suppose you are the resident Nosy Nadir Like Figure. . .
em isnt that bad.
oh and Mac is a pigheaded racist, sexist, homophobic arse.
and he called all liberals "pot smoking, crackhead gays"
I adhore him.
oh and he said "why doent kat just go date a girl for attention"
Please punjab him
Well, Mac is going through a difficult time, and managing to drive me completely off my head in the process. . .
As to my dating a girl for attention, perhaps I'm interested in someone at the moment who isn't a girl. Besides, not many girls our age are comfortable with dating the same sex
I'm scaring you now. I'll shut up.
I am mind-blowingly furious with Mac, however. So now he's been insulting Max as well as Ben. And I completely lost it at him when he started with this faze, so now I'll probably have to go Punjab him.
And the flight attendant.
ok thats it.
Max, Kathlyn, and Mac are going to therapy
im sick of you all fighting
I don't like therapy. Trust me, it's been tried on me. It's just that after a while they found out that they couldn't figure me out.
It must have been quite a disappointment to the poor woman.
And Max, it's ABHORE. Not ADHORE. Unless, of course, you mean adore, in which case I'm mad at you.
I'm sort of losing my temper with Mac. I'm serious. He wants me to become enlightened. I don't particularly want to be enlightened, especially because part of being enlightened seems to be hanging out with no one but Mac. And while yes, I adore Mac, he still drives me insane sometimes.
He was the same way while I was dating Max, actually. I think he just dislikes not being the focus of my attention.
Which puts a whole lot of connotation on this whole conversation.
I HATE BEING AN ADOLESCENT!
Gak, I say, gak!
Ben seems to have this unique ability to make perfect sense.
but therapy is so much fun...
Assuming it's electroshock, and I'm the therapist.
who commented on my name, is it you julian, if so, you die
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