Life is a Cabaret

"I don't think people should have to explain
anything. For example, if I should paint my fingernails green
and it just so happens I do paint them green, well, if anyone
should ask me why, I say: " I think it's pretty!" ("I think
it's pretty," I reply.) So, if anyone should ask about you
and me, you have two alternatives: you can either say,
"Oh, yes, it's true. We're living in delicious sin." Or
you can simple tell the truth, and say:

I met this perfectly marvellous girl
In this perfectly wonderful place
As I lifted a glass
To the start of a marvellous year.
Before I knew she called on the phone,
Inviting.
Next moment I was no longer alone,
But sat reciting
Some perfectly beautiful verse,
In my charming Amearican style.
How I dazzled her senses
Was truly no less than a crime.

Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl
In my perfectly beautiful room
And we're living together
And having a marvellous time."

Cliff is in Berlin at the beginning of the war, because he wants to get experience for his book, which is a good plot for the musical, but how stupid is Cliff? Don't get me wrong I love, LOVE, LU-BLOVE Cabaret, but part of the lure of good theater is that it's not realistic, like the "Gilmore Girls" and their awful eating habbits, yet small- to normal-sized bodies. However, in the case of "Gilmore Girls," I think I would be happier if they weren't hyper-focused on eating junk (presumeably they do this in the show to counteract the weight- and diet-obsessed culture).

Cabaret my first Broadway show...at Studio 54. Actually, I saw Julie Andrews in Victor/Victoria, which was ok. I guess I'm not into Julie Andrews pretending to be a male drag queen, too confusing. My uncle bought me a fuzzy navel at Cabaret, and they didn't check my ID because I was in the bathroom. We were sitting close on the floor, and everyone had little cabaret tables next to their seats. It was really theater. It was one of the profound experiences in my life. I could be Sally Bowles, and I quote her, mostly in my head, esp. this "Perfectly Marvelous" song. That, and "When I saw her laid out like a queen, she was the happiest...corpse I'd ever seen."

Come to think of it, my uncle got a drink at Victor/Victoria too, it was kind of little and coffee-tasting. My uncle is a "do-what-you-want" kind of guy. One time when I stayed with them, he brought home a pile of $100 bills, and made me roll in them on the floor: "Come on, when ah ya evah gonna get a chance ta do this again," he said in Jersey-ese. He's a fun uncle, but sometimes lacking in conscience and modesty. Maybe it's better not to worry about being proper all the time, and instead we should follow our hearts and be free more often. Thanks, Uncle JM! (Urgh! Almost all of my uncles, wait...ALL of my uncles have either J or M names, even the ones who were married in, I'm not kidding.)

I guess people start blogs to "keep in touch," albeit one-sidedly, with friends and family. I don't consider my life terribly exciting, but hopefully it will be soon.

-MsLin