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HAPPY STEPH DAY!!!

Steph M, that is. Puppy's Momma is four-and-twenty this fine hot June morn, hurrah and huzzah! We shall be drinking and making of the merry later this eve.

Last night, my own momma and I went to The Duplex, i.e. The First Place I Ever Got Drunk in Public, for the watching of a cabaret-slash-karaoke evening featuring exclusively showtunes (billed as "mostly Sondheim" it was, as these things tend to be, "occasionally Sondheim". But the participant showed admirable taste and their selections ranged towards the Jason Robert Brown as opposed to the whoever-it-is-who-wrote-Jekyll-and-Hyde type songs.) It was vaguely like crashing someone else's party, but they were all affable and every singer was extraordinarily talented, which you rarely see in real karaoke. (You also rarely see a live pianist at real karaoke.) It rather felt like I was home. It was a crowd that I understood, although Mom and I may have been the only non-theatre professionals/B.F.A in Musical Theatre-holders/Friends of Dorothy in the room. P'rhaps I should have gone for a B.F.A. in musical theatre, but to what end, darlings? To what end?

This afternoon: dinner and Childstar screening with Goose (featuring Q&A with Don McKellar!)

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