In less than 48 hours I’ll be watching TONY SHELDON grace the stage as Bernadette once again, and I’m BEYOND DELIGHTED!THRILLED!ELATED!MASSIVELY~EXCITED! I’ve been listening to the Priscilla OBCR on repeat for like three or so weeks now, and I can sing-along, annoyingly, in the audience to all the jukebox!disco classics. But more importantly, TONY.FUCKING.SHELDON.ON.STAGE. He’ll be just feet away from me. *seizes & swoons*
In another week, I have the pleasure of seeing this luscious lady once again. EXCITED LIKE WHOA. When I’m in the presence of Bernadette, it’s like being around an honest-to-goodness Queen. I bow to her beauty. LOUD NOISES!
Wish I’d been there for the opening, but alas. I’m grateful to have seen it once (second row!)…and I’m seeing it again next month (not second row:P). Oh, Bernadette, you are ravishing, dahling!
Rosie: If I wasn’t a lesbian, we could have a go at it. You’re gorgeous!
Bernadette: Aww, thank you, Rosie. Yes, I’m just a cock in a frock on a rock…minus the rock. *chuckles*
Have a spare glass for a friend in need, Bernadette? I have two papers and other mindless homework to accomplish over this holiday weekend, and I could use a good buzz. Actually, I should probs be alert, but I need me some booze. Who wouldn’t enjoy shootin’ the shit with Queen B over a frozen raspberry margarita or tasty bottle of Polka Dot Riesling? Whatta fabulous evening.
Bernadette: No, I’ll join this conversation on the proviso that we stop bitching about people, talking about wigs, dresses, bust sizes, penises, drugs, night clubs, and bloody Abba!
Tick: Doesn’t give us much to talk about then, does it?
LEGS. Bernadette has such deliciously long, slender legs. I should be so lucky. Tony, I have yet to find your imperfections, most probably because they don’t exist. Continue on with your stunning self.
