Looky looky. My persistently contentious relationship with fate is slowly but surely turning into a pleasantly less-craptastic liaison that what I have come to expect. In a period of great personal examination, it's nice to feel like I have a friend in fate. Life is neither good nor bad - like The King of Queens - it's just there waiting for someone to make something of it.
Google: The Musical officially is going be remounted. Where? The frickin' Guthrie. Yes, the brand new $126 million dollar Guthrie. That's a little like me getting to play running-back at the Metrodome. Or me getting to play cello at Lincoln Center. Or me getting to do high-definition porn. That is to say: it's going to be hard not to feel inadequate. Nomatter - we will grab the Guthrie by the reins and wrestle that philly to the mud.
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1 comment:
that's ill hottie, congrats.
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