Last night I saw Avenue Q. It was politically incorrect and hysterical, my favorite kind of theatre. One truly can’t go wrong with lyrical gems like “What Do You Do with a B.A. in English? / It Sucks to Be Me”, “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist” and “The Internet Is for Porn.”
We followed up the lively performance about being gay and/or failing at life with a trip to a gay club. Being a straight woman at a gay club is an ideal situation–you can look and they don’t touch.
I promise more France trip stories are on their way. I still find it difficult to recall the trip without feeling a bit dismal that it’s over.