We Fill Our Lives With Sound

A touch overdue, but here are my thoughts on the play (bare) I saw last week with Lia.

Oh. My. God.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

I have adored this show since Mango introduced me to the music in what, 2004? Yes, the ending is giggle-riffic, but on the whole, the show is a phenomenal piece of work.

One of the fellows in the show is someone I actually personally knew, which was a bit weird (and I never really liked him. K, you know what I mean..), but I did not let it bug me.

What did bug me was the actor playing the lead, Peter, was very flat. I mean personality-wise, anyways. Not emotion, not until the song right at the end with the priest. Which is depressing because one of my favourite songs is right at the beginning and it's such a touching song. Oh well.

The other lead, Jason, was absolutely dreamy. Sexiest eyes, I swear. Yes I was all the way in the audience, but he was looking at me, okay!? And cute ass too. Which is why I go the theatre, I don't know about the rest of you.

Second play I've seen recently is The/A Very Potter Musical, via youtube, and let me tell you it's HP crack or the soul. Very good, if you didn't take the books too seriously. The Voldemort and Quirrell bromance made it, I swear.

Bachelorette Party?

I've never been to one before.

Or, I had never been to one before tonight.

Couple of landmarks for Leen today:

1) kissed a stranger in exchange for underwear. He tasted like gin, was actually very cute (Jamie thought so) and his name was 'Alex'.

2) got shot down on an international level. Oh yes, local boys fear me and now Irish boys do as well. I do good work.

3) realized I was drinking too much/too fast and stopped! Yeah, normally I'd just keep drinking. I did a responsible thingy.

4) made my 1,000 tweet (aka: twitter post). It was re: Mal assuring me we wouldn't get murdered by the strangers in the cars we were heckling, they would most likely just rape us. Major luls.

5) was totally at peace with my appearance. I found my favourite bra while cleaning out my clothes today. My chest looked amazing (but only to Canadians, not Europeans) and my hair had this lovely little windswept thing going on (at least in my mind).

6) stayed out later than KT. That never happens.

Yeah, so clearly I have made some bad decisions, and I'm kind of okay with that. Especially because I don't think I'm going to be hung over in the morning.