My parents are in town, along with another couple who they are very good friends with. (With whom they are v.g.friends?)
Anyhow, we went to see "Nine" this afternoon. My mom somehow managed to snag front row center tickets which, while not great the whole way through, as you couldn't get the full beauty of many of Leveaux's gorgeous stage pictures, you did have the advantage of being up close and personal with, among other things, Antonio's butt, Jane's chest, Chita's feet, and, somewhat suprisingly, the fabulous legs of Miss Laura Benanti. It was gorgeous to get to see their expressions up close - the very delicate side of some of the acting, as opposed to the bigger stuff that I had seen when I saw the show before (which had been in the first row of the mezzanine, both times).
But the best part was getting to worship at the shrine of Chita. I brava'ed and all that. And during the curtain call, at the very end as she was leaving the stage, I blew her a kiss. And she WINKED at me. Chita Rivera WINKED at ME!
Well, I just about melted. I sat back down (what, you didn't think the story would have a standing ovation?), amidst all the applause. My mom's friend saw me oohing and goohing and she said, "He's just like a little boy."
And I said, "You mean, I'm just like a big fag."
The other bizarre quote of the afternoon was pronounced by my mother, during the Grand Canal sequence of the show - where the stage fills with water and they all splash around. Some of the water, of course, got onto those of us in the first row. And so my mother said, "Antonio Banderas made me wet."
God, I'm gay.
Posted by Jon at August 20, 2003 06:28 PM | TrackBack