I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas….
…though, perhaps with some warmer temperatures. Even if that means it’s too warm for actual snow. I’d settle for the Ally Sheedy version of snow: shaking your head so the dandruff falls as snowflakes.
But I’m really writing about White Christmas because that’s what I saw last night at the Wang Theatre. My friends, Ben and Brad (also the ones who invited me to tag along in Paris), performed at a celebration for the kick-off of selling tickets to White Christmas so they got 10 free box seats (3rd box on the right…if you care). The group had it’s own box.
They invited me and a date to come along so I invited Mike…but the bitch bailed on me just about an hour before showtime (don’t get me started). However, in addition to Ben, Brad and myself, Jason (Ex Post Facto), Joei (our co-worker and fellow performer of theirs), Danny (Joei’s husband), the gorgeous Tarsha (another performer), and two other people who I actually never met (despite sitting in the same box) all enjoyed a great show.
I have to complain about one thing, though. It’s something I found very unfair. When it comes time towards the end of the show when the performers sing “White Christmas”, they encourage audience members to sing along. Well, that’s all fine and dandy. But my box was filled with performers (hello? – that’s how we got the free tickets). So, Brad, Ben, Joei, Tarsha and Jason surrounded me and belted out the song as well as, if not better than, the performers on stage. It was like our little box was a second stage. Meanwhile, I just slouched in my seat sounding as awful as Lucy Ricardo when she’s trying to get into one of Ricky’s shows at the Tropicana.
I love the movie and did my best not to compare the live performers to the incomparable Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye and Rosemary Clooney in the film version. At times, it was hard to do so (White Christmas and Sisters, for example). But overall the show was quite fun…with vivid technicolor costumes and great dance sequences. Of course, it ends with the theatre snowing onto the audience. Such fun (as long as it wasn’t a dangerous chemical creating the fake snow).
This weekend is looking to be fun and action-packed thanks to the holiday season. I’ve got rummy night with Jason and Bryan (That’s Interesting!) on Thursday night, somebody who wants to hang out Friday night, the Queer Boston Bloggers get-together on Saturday night and Ben and Brad’s Holiday party on Sunday.
Phew…maybe I should take my camera to a few (or all) of these events.
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You’re a total social butterfly . . . and you should’ve sang with us anyway . . . we would’ve drowned you out. 🙂
My father first heard “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas” played by Axis Sally over the radio of his B-17 flying fortress bomber as it was heading into Nazi-controlled airspace to bomb a U-boat harbor. He said Sally had a copy of that record long before the American Armed Forces Radio did, and that Sally had the best music from the U.S., interspersed with cheery assurances that all the American fly boys would actually be dead by Christmas.