Connie and Carla worked for me--cheezy and hokey and full of show tunes--drag queens, sequins and big gay DD--what's not to love? Even though the critics all said too much singing, I say not enough!! Bring on the medleys--there's going to be girls doing those numbers for months to come.

I know most of the queens in the show too--how cool is that?

Life is busy busy busy, and I so need an extra day or two this week, just to find time to do stuff--I find I'm not nearly online as much as i'd like, missing friends, missing them too, know what I mean--but look out wascally wabbit, my aims getting better *L*

I'm feeling fat and periody and all things cramptastic, so it looks like I was right, and the womanly crap should be over before I step on the plane--thank God for that!!!!

I need to find out about Orange County gay bars. I've got brunch covered, now let's bring on the gay boys *L* Oh, and mouse ears for the family, though I've gotten lots of requests for key chains and magnets--and I guess a bear--probably be Winnie, since that seems to be the Disney thing--although I guess there's Baloo, too, and those Bear Country guys, and Brother Bear--was he Disney? Oh, and Bongo, too. I just hope I have enough money--though the boys are offering supper, and the Beta everything else, I still think about it, and I don't want to come off as the poor country mouse, y'know?

Canadian Idol made a mistake, but I hear one of ours still is in the finals...rumour has it, anyway...

I get to start bartending early cos the Board is having it's traditional farewell supper thingy, and I think the club wants me there to cut 'em off as they cruise in the door *L* Fun fun...

all of you who I haven't seen near enough of lately, know I think of you inbetween moronic calls at work--keeps me keepin' on...

Don't Rain On My Parade-Barbra Streisand
Don't tell me not to live
just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
a ball of butter,
Don't bring around a cloud
to rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to fly,
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you.
who told you allowed to rain on my parade?

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!

But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye.

I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!

Get ready for me, love,
'Cause I'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.

Get ready for me, love,
'Cause I'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.

Don't rain on my parade!