I spent the afternoon in a dark theater for the matinee of my daughter's dance recital, or, as I like to to call it, Dance Recital Part 2. It was, again, about two and a half hours long, but I love watching my daughter perform. She's so joyful and funny. And she didn't disappoint. Her solo dance was exquisite. Of course, I'm a little biased. I mean, I've been her manager since the beginning of her career a little over eleven years ago. I deserve to brag and be sentimental.
Now, I'm sitting in my living room, watching the 2012 Tony Awards. It's a good way to end a long weekend of theater. I mean, who doesn't love Neil Patrick Harris, except some small-minded, humorless homophobe? I think even Mitt Romney loves Neil Patrick Harris, in his presumptive Republican presidential candidate way. That is to say, by possibly getting his picture taken with Neil in a vain attempt to appear hip and open-minded.
Anyway, that's all I have to say tonight. I'm going to watch the Tony Awards now. They're doing a rocking number from the revival of Jesus Christ Superstar at the moment. It's going to be a good night.
Saint Marty is ready to kick back and eat some licorice, which, as everyone knows, is the perfect Tony Awards snack.
Confessions of Saint Marty