I did vacation planning today. Am I the only snarky, snarky bitch who somehow completely drinks the Disney Kool-Aid? Because I was told to "Have a magical day!" on the phone today, and I just said "Thank you!". What is wrong with me? Is this a snark blind spot?

Nah, I drank so much I have a Kool-Aid moustache.

I met Sting.

I love how she just casually tosses that out and then moves on with her day.

I'm sorry, Hil. Sounds miserable!

Rotten luck with the joints, Hil. Relief~ma to you.

I crawled into bed, Europe girl, it was 3:00 a.m.!

He wrote a musical called Last Ship and in a (sadly unsuccessful because the thing is damn wonderful) effort to keep it open, he's gone into the cast for a few weeks. He came to the stage door and signed autographs.

Usually stunt casting leaves me cold but, and this will sound a bit funny, he can really sing...

Wishing you pain relief, Hil.

Europe Girl. Meh. You wanna fight, don't you?

Oh, Hil, that sounds miserable. Vibing for pain relief, and that your joints start cooperating, and that your doctor figures out something more useful to do than just tell you it's bursitis.

Vortex, definitely!

Oh, Trudy, picture me with green Elphaba-like skin because I am so jealous that you met Sting. Is he just as beautiful up close? I mean, of course he is... But even more in person?

Oh Hil, I hope a solution is found soon.

Europe Girl. Meh. You wanna fight, don't you?

Callaluna and Trudy, jello pit. It's a plan.

I need more hours in the day. My normally read threads are about a thousand posts behind, but I don't want to skip. My efforts have been to keep caught up here at least.

I was startled by his beauty, Nicole.

Usually after a show I go to the stage door and thank the actors and tell them I enjoyed the show. And particularly if it's closing I want to do that because they're losing their jobs and could use a little love. And I REALLY wanted to this time because the thing is BEAUTIFUL and I'm just sick that it didn't find an audience.

So when I got there it was mobbed because, you know, Sting. So it's a little frustrating because the cast is shooting past - surely some just want to get the hell home, but surely some are assuming we all just want to see Sting. So I'm a little frustrated with the crowd (and feeling like some dbag hipster for feeling frustrated with the crowd) and then BOOM he's standing there in front of me smiling and freakishly beautiful and holyfuckitssting and he's signing my Playbill and I'm thanking him warmly and telling him ithe show is wonderful and he is being suitably gracious in return in his blue puffy jacket and excellent quality beard.

Then he split and so did a big chunk of the crowd (who, to their credit, did not all WOOOOOO when he walked out) and the rest of us hung out for a while and commiserated with the other actors.

Then I spent my twenty minute walk to the train thinking "Sting. I just met Sting."

The Thanksgiving Day parade had the cast of that show (including Sting) performing one of the songs. I wondered what the rest of the show was like.