Huh. All the Sondheim reminded me, of course, of Sweeney.

Come visit DC, my theatre is doing Sweeney! I promise to find you lots of nice gay boys. I'll bet that if I asked around I could find some gothy ones, too!

flea, I don't know if they changed that yet -- meara, when John Kerry was running for president and there was a Republican governor, they made a rule that it needs to be a special election, not an appointment, or something.

I am so eyerolly about this whole thing. I mean, the nerve of it. Like, OMG we cannot even think about a REPUBLICAN (elected by the people of the state) (who, uh, I didn't vote for and didn't like, but still...) replacing a senator so let's change the law... 5 years later, a Democrat in office and we have to change it back? I really kind of hate my state's Democrats for this whole thing. It's so fucking obnoxious.

Ugh!

that's why the Russians and Japanese are here - free boat washes.

Bwha!

This new ute overload past makes me think of the toy boat fetish:: [link]

I made walnut arugula pesto for dinner. Husband's not home yet, so I've only tasted it to see if it's got enough oil, but wow. That packs a serious punch. Arugula is from the farmer's market and is way spicier than I feel a leafy green has any right to be.

Arugula pesto is awesome, but we usually temper the spice with parmesan and another herb like parsley or basil. It's still a strong flavor, but a little more mellow. Tom made some last night and I think we are having it again tonight. Yum!

It's got parmesan in it. Husband was enchanted with the arugula when we tasted it at the market, so I won't mess with it this first time. We did also buy basil at the market, in case we need to add something else.

Come visit DC, my theatre is doing Sweeney!

If I weren't >< close to being homeless and on the street, I totally would.

But I am, so I won't.

And I prefer big burly ruggers to wispy gay goths...but the thought warms my cockles!

And I prefer big burly ruggers to wispy gay goths...but the thought warms my cockles!

Every time you mention your preferences, I think of my darling Bingo, one of my besties who lives in Nashville. All 6'3" big blondie bear of him. He's a respectable married fellow these days, he and his partner Brent restoring an old house on Nashville's East side and being all domestic. My kids call him their fairy godmother and he loves it.

And I prefer big burly ruggers to wispy gay goths...but the thought warms my cockles!

I can do that, I am very close to the gay rugby team here in town. Honey, I am fabulous, and there's a reason why I don't have a boyfriend, most of my friends are gay men.