March 17, 2001
Well, March 17, 2001 was the greatest day of my life?so far!
I didn't care that this wasn't Cabaret or a musical (well, maybe a little, hehe). I just HAD to see my Alan live! I bought the tickets a month beforehand after realizing that I should get good seats while I could! Plus, I had to get tickets for March 17 or 18, which was the start of my friend Jack's spring vacation (he goes to college 3 hours away). His holiday present to me was that he would go with me to the show (even though I sprung for tix?go fig :-) ). He knows how to use public transportation, so he was my bitch for the day, haha. I am helplessly stupid when it comes to that, plus I don't want to battle NYC traffic. I can't even navigate a mall parking lot without freaking out sometimes! Although, I drive in N Philly quite well. Once again, go fig! Plus, I didn't want to spend $39 for a round trip on the bus. Buses suck big time. Trains run all night and if you miss one, another one comes along an hour later. So, I commenced freaking out for a month, similar to my Cabaret freak out. I started a countdown on my answering machine again and everything. This was my first time ever seeing Alan live, and I had to let the whole world know it!! Even Jack kinda got into it a couple days before the show. Understand
that he's not much of an Alan fan. Actually, I don't have too many friends who are. God bless Internet buddies :-). He enjoyed "The High Life," but that's about it. He thinks he's weird looking and scary when in makeup. I'm not asking him to become a hardcore fan, just give the man some respect!!! Although, a lot could be said to drive me crazy :-) hehehe. This was going to be a fun day for the two of us, since we haven't done anything big in such a long time.
I was having a shitty week at work due to pending inventory, so I wasn't in the greatest mood that Friday. I went to NJ and picked up my grandmother so she could watch my mom and stepdad (the fact that they have extreme MS and we have limited help makes it extremely hard for me to go out for like, a whole day straight through, even though NY is relatively close- just 2 hours). That night, I started having stomach troubles and couldn't stop eating out of nervousness, even though I was far from hungry. Then I started snapping at my mom, went upstairs and could barely sleep. I think I got to bed after 2 am. I woke up at 6:45 am to get myself beautiful and get to Jack's house on time. That sweetie actually requested to listen to my new Aerosmith CD on the way over! We drove from our suburbs outside of Philly to the Trenton train station. Actually, we got lost, but that wasn't too bad. We got to the station, got our tix, and took the crowded hour long ride. What I found hilarious was that we were going to NYC of all places on St. Patrick's Day. Well, all of a sudden, bagpipes started playing over the train intercom! I lost it, quietly shrieking that it was a positive omen. Scottish? Alan? ok, yeah, you get it.
We got to Penn Station and ended up grabbing pizza for our starving tummies. Then we took the subway over?my first time. Woo and hoo. Of course Jack had to quote one of my favorite commercials after I almost fell on top of him: "I've enjoyed your breath ever since 42nd St.!" Damn those subway corridors are LONG, especially to Times Square/42nd St. We ended up in Port Authority, so at least I knew where I was. Plus, the play's on 42nd St!! Not a fabulous neighborhood, but oh well. We started walking, and at the corner I looked to the right and started screaming, "There it is!!!!!!!" I did NOT know that the ad was going to be blown up on the marquee. We walked down, and I just got all giddy. Jack brought me down to earth. Good man. We hung out a little since it was early, and ended up getting fries at Applebees across the street. Nice restaurant?they have a whole Cabaret motif on one wall! Ha!! Then I ended up lecturing about that musical to Jack. Did I ever tell you I love you? Hehe. As it neared 1:30, we left.
We took the long way to cross the street since I was not about to get run over! My stomach started acting up again, and I began to hyperventilate. No shit, I'm not making that up. Voice of Reason got me to calm down as we neared the theater. I had checked to make sure I had the tix at least 10 times. Well, I just drooled when I saw the poster next to a Cabaret one. Now came the moment I was freaking about for a month: Was he definitely performing that day?! I had freaked about that on the phone to the poor Roundabout lady while buying tix, and the usher got to swim in my paranoia:
"They're all performing, RIGHT?!"
"Huh?what?"
**unintelligible mumbo jumbo leading to** "Alan Cumming's here today, RIGHT?!"
"Um (frightened confused look)...of course."
And then my lovely sarcastic, witty Voice of Reason had to chime in with:
"Oh don't worry, she's just a *little* obsessed!!"
I didn't even get a chance to hit him since I was racing for the bathroom.
Come on now, it was opening weekend! What else should I have expected?! *smack* bad Chris.
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