Oh won't you please take me homeeee

I 'm three hours away from being on my way home for an entire week of beach glory.

Unfortunately I still have three hours until I'm on my way home for an entire week of beach glory.

I am EXHAUSTED and feel like complete crap. This is potentially because I just don't feel like traveling/sitting in small spaces anymore because that's what I've done for the past three days. It also could be because my stupid body couldn't fall asleep until well after 4 am even though I was tired ALL DAY LONG. And it may have something to do with the fact that until an hour ago all I had eaten in twenty four hours was a bag of pretzels, some wheat thins, some cheese, and a package of raisinettes. I need a massage.

I mean most of this is self-inflicted. It's my own fault that I never eat regularly and I was the one who decided to go to shows the past two nights instead of relaxing.

Speaking of which, I obviously need to blog about each show respectively. On Monday I saw, at the advice of Rach, Rock of Ages. I met Carrie there after work so we could try and get lottery tickets (we did). Also literally almost ran into Constantine (American Idol Season 4 runner up and star of Rock of Ages, for those of you not in the know), as he was just chillin on the sidewalk next to the stage door and I wasn't paying attention. She was correct--this show was NUTS. It was like being at a rock concert, strip club, dive bar, and musical all at the same time. Waitresses walk around DURING the show taking drink orders and bringing you beer. You can buy glow sticks to wave like lighters. There was a couple there who had just gotten MARRIED and brought their entire bridal party...this was their reception. It was all very surreal. And obviously, as per usual with rock musicals, the audience was NUTS but so much fun. And anything that ends with Journey is a-ok in my book.

Last night was a COMPLETE departure from Constantine and the gang, as Lincoln Center's South Pacific was what was on the agenda. It's closing on August 22 and so (except for Lt. Cable, who was originally played by Matthew Morrison, aka Mr. Schuster on Glee) all of the original revival cast leads came back at various points this summer to reprise their roles. Last night was Kelli O'Hara's first night back. I purposefully waited until now to see this show because I have wanted to see her for years. Welllll she did not disappoint. The show was BEAUTIFUL. Rock of Ages was entertainment, this was art. South Pacific has never been my favorite show, but it was nice to see/hear a full orchestra again, plus Kelli and Paolo Szot were both SO good. Ugh his voice is SO LEGIT. It made me want to go to the Met and see something (luckily it's right next door!), which is a true testament to how good he was, because in general I never choose to go listen to classical music. I got chills at the end of Act I. CHILLS I TELL YOU! Needless to say I left feeling artistically satisfied. There's something about old school musicals that just can't be captured any other way.

Anyway, sorry if most of this post was vomit worthy, I will do my best to not gush about chocolatey baritones ever again.