I saw Johnny Weir skate tonight.
Sweet heaven, he's a cross between an ADD eight year old and Violet Bick. He wriggles CONSTANTLY. He is breathtaking. All through bows he couldn't hold still . It was charming.
Sky Rink at Chelsea Piers is pretty small with bleacher seating on one side. The performance was intimate to say the least.
He premiered a piece called
Heartbroken
where he wore simple black and I actually started crying. (I only learned the name of the piece just now, when I checked the program. He really is masterfully expressive, huh?)
I think the whole room held their breath several times. He was simple and beautiful and magically perfect. And so fast. Every spin he'll push just a little longer than you think he will, every jump lands with a tiny flourish to delight you. When he did his patented backslide across half the rink he shook the snow out of his hair when he stood up and I gasped, it's hard to say just why. During his bows the applause went from clapping to stamping -- there was just this excitement that ripped through the crowd, it was the only stamping all night. I don't see it on the internets yet, I'll link to it once I do. I really hope I do.
[Edit: Here it is! and from "my" perspective ]
For his second number he did the Lady Gaga
Bad Romance
piece. (DAMN that song is catchy). This time he was full force Johnny Sass. Gold lame dragon arm and half a tutu and a just continual ice-melting wriggle through all the perfect execution. This video only catches the end and you can sorta see the utterly gratuitous hip gyrations riiiight at the beginning of it. This time we howled.
The performance was for Ice Theater New York's season opener. It had about a dozen perfomances with a thru-line of school figures interludes. Several of the friends I was with weren't quite feeling the school figures but I found it pretty mesmerizing. The other special guests were Kim Navarro & Brent Bommentere who were pretty delightful themselves.
I don't know that I've ever spent a better twenty-five bucks in my entire life.
[Now Edited to include MOAR TASTY LINKS!]
ENVY!
Okay, in real life, does it look like a half-tutu thing? Because on all the videos I've seen, he looks like he has a FREAKING TAIL WRAPPED AROUND HIS LEFT HIP and I go to the bad Wentz place.
Not, umm. That I've been watching each one or anything.
It is decidedly half tutu.
I even told him (in my MIND) that he was a naughty boy to WEAR a half tutu to try and pad his imminent spanking and that I'd merely LIFT the tutu and spank him harder for it.
And since his butt is so firm I'd surely hurt my hand and he'd have to
apologize
for that too...
(Um, we're not sure why, but Johnny makes me very toppy. Not just me, it seems. I met a good dozen of The Internet today and the phenomenon is widespread if not universal.)
Oh, and I'm going to meet him next week at an AIDS Walk benefit. Living in New York is sometimes so very very sweet.
Oh, and if anyone would like to sponsor me for AIDS Walk NY you can do so here.
(For those of you keeping track at home, that's two benefits in two weeks. Actually, I know he did yet another last week too. Not family friendly my half-ruffled-half-lame ass.)
Eeep! I left the video link out of the first post. Fixed it now, but here it is if you don't want to scroll back [link]
I get the feeling I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. Ugg. Ok, the desk is is dismantled and wrapped and ready to go. Now all that's left is clothes, kitchen (gotta do dishes), chatchke dust collector schtuff, and cleaning. Oy. Taking a brief water break while watching Daily Show. Movers arrive in roughly 8+ hours.
OMG, 8 hours?!? I didn't realize it was that soon omnis! Good luck!
I've been rafting on the Deliverance river and can confirm that it is a) nowhere near Hil, and b) not actually in Georgia.
Also that we did not get kidnapped by hill folk.
Also also that Hil's advisor is a dick.
...there's a lot of Hil and hill in that post, Brenda. Are you sure you did not get kidnapped by Hil, and are trying to send a secret message?!?!?
Or that Hil has kidnapped her advisor, and that is the sign that we need to come up with an alibi? (Crap, did I give it away?)
So my new bedroom faces east, and has huge windows. It's all rising sun fabulosity. I keep waking up like, an hour before my alarm, thinking "Is it time to get up? Surely it's alarm time" and it's only 7:30AM (and that's after waking up a bunch of times earlier in the morning, noticing it's light out, hearing people driving through the alley, going back to sleep, etc). I don't want to wear a sleep mask, because I'm appreciating the "morning light makes me wake up!" effect, and I think a sleep mask would mess with that...I think I just need to go to bed earlier. But...that means going to bed earlier! Sigh.
