Booo on floods.

I like The Great Gatsby as it is, so yay on Gatsby.

Cats, man.

I'm watching a Les Mis concert on TV and have severe allergies. How can I do it in a theater out in public?

Everyone else will be crying too. Well, lots of people.

A work acquaintance has asked me to go to Les Mis with her, and I am wary, because I have been known to audibly wail in the theatre. I am not sure I want to do that with a 22 year old cow-orker.

I was listening to the Slate Culture Gabfest podcast over the weekend, and in the middle of them talking about how the movie wasn't good, there was a short clip of "I Dreamed A Dream," and I suddenly had the worst allergies! It was crazy.

It's nuts! You'd think familiarity might make a person able to keep composed. But that's a good point; I won't be the only weepy one.

I was sort of thinking that since I know my cry points , I might be able to hold it in, but if I am concentrating on holding it in, am I really enjoying it?

I got allergies today listening to an NPR piece on Schoolhouse Rocks. Bob Dorough singing Three is a Magic number was a cry point!!

The last time I saw Les Mis on stage, I was in London during grad school. The cheap(er) student tickets were in the front two rows. I could see the orchestra in the pit. Which meant they could see me as I was sobbing my way through the revolution. But I wasn't the only person doing so, and I figured the orchestra was used to it.

Bob Dorough singing Three is a Magic number was a cry point!!

Of course it is!