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Free Shows for Tavie Week continues! Tonight My Little Love made up for weeks of blow-offery in grand fashion by taking me to see, not only a musical, but a Sondheim musical-- and furthermore, one that I'd really regretted not getting tickets to. Along with Mater Mattis, we graced the uncomfortable seating of Studio 54 with our presences.

In the Confessional portion of our post, I don't know if I've mentioned this publicly before, but I'm ready to come clean and admit tha when I was 12-- half a lifetime ago!-- I had a serious, heart-wrenching, gut-twisting crush on Neil Patrick Harris. It shames me to say this now, but I think confessions are cleansing for the soul. Oh, how I loved the Doog. I wrote him letter after letter, which I never mailed. I soaked my pillow with tears. On a family Amtrak trip, our train stopped briefly in his hometown of Albequerque and I fantasized that he would drive past the station, meet my eye, and realize we were in love. Back then, I barely knew what a gay person was, and had no idea that he was the first in what would be an impressive succession of crushes on Friends of Dorothy. All I knew was that me and Doogie were soulmates.

Tonight, as I watched him play Lee Harvey Oswald, I let myself become Preteen Tavie again and bask in the glory of being in the same room as (giggle, squeal), NPH. I forgot at how appalling I found him as an adult, how creepy it was when he took over the role of the Emcee in Cabaret, how embarrassing it was to realize that I had been hopelessly in love with a squareheaded, b-list actor who openly preferred the company of men. (And, who am I kidding, I still find that hot.)

Anyway, it was really something. Say what you will, Doogie has a voice on him. Real good singin'.

The Sondheim score was wonderful, but there were way too few songs.

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