Q: What do you call a Broadway Diva that turns into a feral she-beast whenever there’s a full moooooon?

A: Patti Lupine

Not one of my best. But also, not one of my worst.

I was supposed to go and see Miss LuPone at the Richmond Hill Centre for Performing Arts this past Thursday night. I couldn’t because I had a gig entertaining mouth breathing goons of Oakville. This shit is wearing thin, let me tell ya. If I didn’t desperately needs the dozens of dollars it pays, not a single fuck would be given about it (to borrow a page from Alice Richmond, see one post below.)

I was, however, able to get tickets for a friend of mine who’s originally from there. This is the message I received later that very evening from him:

the concert was fabulous!

favorite moments were:

the two costume changes; sparkly bob macky/bar mitzvah outfit in act one & understated black pant suit in act two.

audience singing happy birthday which made her cry … then she forgot how to pronounce a word in her monologue … then part way through the following song STOPPED the number and walked off stage to blow her nose.

her expressive broadway hand and arm movements which only liza minelli and gay men still use.

thank you thank you thank you
you are a gem!
and i took my gay loving family!
my mom says i have to get you drunk at the bar as a thank you next time i see you!
xoxo
j

SEETHING WITH JEALOUSY AND REGRET to not begin to describe how I feel about this.