On the Verge of Tears

On the Verge of Tears

I recently dug out my theater CDs, and goodness, I’m a mess now. Miss Saigon and Les Miserables. Ugh, I saw Miss Saigon probably a decade ago, and I can still remember the experience so vividly. My theater buff friend Nathalie invited me to the Kennedy Center; it was my first time seeing a professional production. At the start, I was totaly closed-minded about theater. What’s the big deal, a bunch of people singing and prancing around on stage. But two hours was all it took to reel me in. I was totally blown away, and I had the mascara stains to prove it. So yesterday, on a break from studying, I popped in CD one. Jesus, all over again, I got chills down my back. I ended up forcing myself to turn it off, because I was on the verge of a breakdown. Sigh. Blame my emotional instability on the ‘Tane.

Needless to say, one of the cool things about moving back to the States is the theater stuff– I really can’t wait. Supposedly, theater is pretty strong in San Francisco too, so I hope I catch some cool productions. Shanghai has events too, and I definitely want to check out one of the Mandarin dramas, but still, I can’t imagine really getting the full effect. My Mandarin simply isn’t good enough.

So I was checking out which cast I have for these CDs. For Miss Saigon, I have the London cast with Lea Salonga (geez, can someone be so hot?!) and Jonathan Pryce. I didn’t know, but according to Answers.com (which actually contains Wikipedia info, in case you’re in China where Wiki itself is blocked), Miss Saigon beat out My Fair Lady as the longest running musical. Interesting tidbit.

Anyway, I’ll be listening to musicals nonstop the next few weeks… just so you know, if you see me and my eyes are red or whatever.

Man, just went to the gym. The after work crowd is totally different from the after 9pm crowd. Hot, buff women, and geez, I felt like I was on speed during my workout. There was a dance/aerobics class going on, and they were listening to “Memory” in dance mode. How freaky is that? Clearly, I’m not a clubber, otherwise I wouldn’t be so weirded out by this uppity version. Either way, I suppose it was good for the gym– I really booked my ass. Still though, that’s the last time I go at that time of day. I’m all for this latest health kick, but working out high is way too much work.

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