Great/Terrible Night.

Last night, Fate colored my world rose. My good friend from England has been in the city for a few weeks. Excellent. But she has no phone. Not so excellent. Every time we get together, it's an adventure of just showing up somewhere and waiting around for a while and hoping the other person has gotten our facebook messages. Sometimes it works, sometimes is doesn't. But last night it did work, because we met up outside the Al Hirschfeld to play the Hair lottery. It was her last night here and we just really really REALLY wanted to see it so we figured we'd try even though it was essentially impossible. But somehow, Fate knew we were pure of heart and smiled upon us, because my friend won!

I know I'm a little late hopping on the Hair train, especially since I have been absolutely in love with this show since I first listened to it when I was like seven (and then my mom quickly took away my CD when she remembered that there is a song called "Sodomy") but it was worth the wait. GO SEE THIS SHOW. It is sort of hard for me to cry from theatre but this one got me. COMPLETELY. I truly believe this show has the ability to change you, so let it. Also, if anyone can figure out how to get me into this show--suggest away because this is something I just neeeeeeed to be a part of. Besides, I've been perfecting my rendition of "Frank Mills" since elementary school. But literally. 

Some other thoughts I had during the show:

1. Will Swenson touched my hair so essentially Audra McDonald touched me, RIGHT??

2. Then Caissie Levy touched my hair. DOES THIS MEAN THAT I CAN BELT NOW??

3. Fringe--I should wear more of it.

4. The actress who plays Crissy was out. Do you think that if I had come to the theatre with my own print-outs reading, "The role of CRISSY, usually played by ALLISON CASE, will be played by EMILY KAPLAN," they would have been forced to let me perform?

Alas, my tale of last night doesn't end there. As I was walking home, feeling inspired and invigorated and touched, my spirits were quickly crushed. Walking down the hall of my apartment, I began to hear a very loud, high-pitched beeping noise. Interesting. Well my mild interest quickly turned into intense panic as I approached my door and realized that the beeping was coming from MY APARTMENT. As I was scrambling for my keys, I pictured myself opening the door and seeing the place 100% on fire. But when I entered--no flames, no smoke. Hmm. Instead, it was coming from the air conditioner. So while my life was safe for another day, I did have to awkwardly sit on the couch while the super came and removed the broken part. And then this morning, I had to awkwardly sit in bed at 8am when the super came back to replace said part. 

P.S. Did I mention that I was wearing a nightgown? I quickly put on some leggings underneath to try to make it a little less racy. Plus a bra. OBVIOUSLY. 

This story just goes to show you, the next time you are having a terrific night--beware. Because something is about to go frighteningly wrong. Oh, that's just my life because nothing ever works out the way I want it to? Got it, thanks.