Opening night was fabulous.
The next night was more fabulous.
The next afternoon was more fabulous still.
Also, E.S., who came out to Seattle to see the show, has insisted that I recant my last post, because, as he points out, I did not vomit and faint at breakfast; I merely retched and swooned.
The first piece of mail I opened upon my return to New York tonight was a summons to jury duty. I can’t decide whether to do my damnedest to get on the jury so that I can fulfill my long-standing fantasy of participating in jury nullification or whether to retch and swoon so I can just go home instead.
I was going to congratulate you on the fabulousness, but you have always been fabulous, so we really expected nothing less. Instead, let me congratulate you on the swooning: it’s a very useful — and fabulous — skill for those who need to exude drama on a regular basis. I would take a pass on the retching (and vomiting), however. Retching is decidedly not fabulous.
Fantabulous! I say retch and swoon on the judge. It might get you in contempt of court or something but you’d definitely get off the jury.
Believe it or not, there can be hidden benefits to serving on jury duty… like finding the man you with whom want to have your babies. I just got off serving for three weeks, and that’s what happened to me. Granted, it seems you found yours, but imagine who you could be lusting over for the weeks you sit in the jury box.
Jury duty doesn’t seem that fab. Didn’t you see 12 Angry Men? Oh wait, you like aggressive tops. Queer As Folk had the naked version. Maybe you could do that too.
Just to let you know, you don’t stand a chance of making it onto a jury darlin’. Prosecutors hate smart people. Now, if you were a female ex-cheerleader…
Yesh, if you’ll recall, fabulousness was predicted beforehand.
As to jury duty, wasn’t arsonist in your list of lofty goals. Oops, there goes the courthouse…
Hi Joel! Congratulations! Do you say break a leg to a composer? I’ll have to start dropping your name!
Sorry I’m just now catching up. Working a temp job where they don’t let you access the internet (and yet give you nothing to do) puts a dent in my blogreading. Fortunately that’s over. Unfortunately…no money coming on. Oh well.
Congrats on the great opening! Get OUT of jury duty. I was stuck a couple years ago on the most idiotic malpractice suit ever, and it dragged on for two weeks. I know it’s your civic duty and all, and truly, it was fascinating for the first hour or so, but…just get out.
Congrats but I expected nothing less.
I say, if you have the luxury of time, experience the jury and tick it off the list. Otherwise, dodge, baby, dodge.