Yesterday after the SEUSSICAL performance, me in my Cat drag and Teresa dressed as the Wife of the Mayor of Whoville wearing a beehive wig that towers so high on her head there's a chin strap to keep it in place walked down to the Apollo Theatre's studio space to be the celebrity guests at a birthday party......for two 8 year olds.
The girls were lovely, but Teresa and I were attacked the second we walked in. It was kind of like that scene in BARBARELLA where Jane Fonda is surrounded by those little walking dolls with sharp, mechanical teeth that begin to eat her flesh.
Yeah, like that... but nicer.
One of my standard questions when I'm signing autographs or attending one of these birthday parties is, "What was your favorite part of the show?"
One little girl answered. When she described her favorite part in full, I realized that what she MEANT to say was "the curtain call," because of the fun choreography Ernie did for the final song, GREEN EGGS AND HAM.
What she ACTUALLY said was...
Stephen as The Cat: "What was your favorite part of the show?"
Little 8 year old girl: "The end."
I laughed that loud, obnoxious laugh that I'm known for. It was the perfect response to my question. And one I will use when other people ask me what part of their play or musical I liked best from now on.
You've been warned.
4 comments:
Priceless!
I love children, no diet is complete without them. NOW, on to more important matters. I've been catching up on your blog, Miss Brooke's All Confusion, and I WILL be the one to tell you that there is an unwritten, fully legislated statute, it's THE LAW you silly trollip, that you can NOT vasilate in imaginary boyfriends between hairy leather daddies and hairless twinks with pony fetishes. It waste's your time and confuses the bears.
And one thing more, missy. Stop turning down marriage proposals! I can't live forever, and I'm attemting to stick around long enough to host the After Party following your nuptials. THAT should be a gathering! Hairy men...hairless men...old men...nineteen year-old men...all of them sobbing into their embossed napkins...
...I swear, I am the only person bringing order to this thing...
LOL...awwwwwwww, a critic is born!
Master Aaron - In your honor, and your honor alone, I will now choose a hairy bear for my next Imaginary Boyfriend. Right friggin' now! :)
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