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lady_t_220So my people, do I ever have a tale for you...
Last night at the show, middle of the standing O, Hugh calls for a moment of quiet.
"I hate to tel a standing audience to sit, but... sit. Now for those who've never been to a show before, this is where we have the half hour Q&A session... no wait, I'm kidding. It's more like an hour..."
Anyway, they were halting the proceedings to auction off a pumpkin signed by the whole cast in aid of Broadway Cares, a pumpkin that was sold of for three FREAKIN' grand...
The guy who plays Peter's father/manager was doping the auctioneering and, as the pumpkin went so well, he grabbed the white towel from round Hugh's neck and decided he was going to auction that off too.
To sweeten the deal he ripped open hugh's shirt and then RUBBED the towel all over his chest.
Hugh, in the meantime, had a massive attack of the giggles and was having trouble standing still long enough to sign it. It was very cute.
So the towel went for another $700, a much better buy then the pumpkin if you want my honest opinion, cause towels don't decompose. But after that was over, there was a further money-making option to pay a set fee (and we're not going into how much that was) to get your photo taken with Hugh, in costume, onstage.
So, ah...we did.
Well, AG and Eek did, I got to sit in on AG's photo, cause he has 2 arms, y'know? And I also got a chibi picture signed.
We took a second copy cause we thought it was always good to bring stuff that Oscar might like, and he thought the chibis were really cute. *squeals insanely* and he really liked my hair *squals insanely some more* and as AG was moving her arm form around his waist, she accidentally touched his butt.
Oh my lord, we got out of there all calm and composed then AG slumped down against a wall with a hysterical attack of laughter and it took us about a half hour to get ourselves back under control.
Anyway, as the photographs and stuff inside were taking a while, and because a Wednesday crowd apparently isn't the type to hang out backstage all that much, the stage door was actually fairly quiet. So I will admit I wormed my way in there to get my program signed as well. *grins*
After that, well... we were all too twitchy to go back home quite then so we giggled our way into a bar where, ironically, some of the chorus from BFO were drinking. I also then gt accosted by someone in the ladie's room who wanted to know if I was part of the cast of Taboo cause, you know, the accent and all. Which was kinda' cool, it's not often I get mistaken for chorus line. *snickers*
We got accosted on the way out by some woman as well, wanting to know how the fuck I got my hair so fucking cool, cause it's really fucking cool (and she was really fucking drunk).
I'm like... uhhh... bleach, 3 kinds of dye, and a lot of annoying complaints when it washes out...
Ah, boy... so that was my night.
General observations:
Hugh's really fucking TALL.
After a whole show of singing and dancing and sweating, he still smells really good.
He's just a painfully nice guy in general.
I luffs him and can now die happy.
And we're going back again tonight so I'll let y'all know what happens. ;)
Last night at the show, middle of the standing O, Hugh calls for a moment of quiet.
"I hate to tel a standing audience to sit, but... sit. Now for those who've never been to a show before, this is where we have the half hour Q&A session... no wait, I'm kidding. It's more like an hour..."
Anyway, they were halting the proceedings to auction off a pumpkin signed by the whole cast in aid of Broadway Cares, a pumpkin that was sold of for three FREAKIN' grand...
The guy who plays Peter's father/manager was doping the auctioneering and, as the pumpkin went so well, he grabbed the white towel from round Hugh's neck and decided he was going to auction that off too.
To sweeten the deal he ripped open hugh's shirt and then RUBBED the towel all over his chest.
Hugh, in the meantime, had a massive attack of the giggles and was having trouble standing still long enough to sign it. It was very cute.
So the towel went for another $700, a much better buy then the pumpkin if you want my honest opinion, cause towels don't decompose. But after that was over, there was a further money-making option to pay a set fee (and we're not going into how much that was) to get your photo taken with Hugh, in costume, onstage.
So, ah...we did.
Well, AG and Eek did, I got to sit in on AG's photo, cause he has 2 arms, y'know? And I also got a chibi picture signed.
We took a second copy cause we thought it was always good to bring stuff that Oscar might like, and he thought the chibis were really cute. *squeals insanely* and he really liked my hair *squals insanely some more* and as AG was moving her arm form around his waist, she accidentally touched his butt.
Oh my lord, we got out of there all calm and composed then AG slumped down against a wall with a hysterical attack of laughter and it took us about a half hour to get ourselves back under control.
Anyway, as the photographs and stuff inside were taking a while, and because a Wednesday crowd apparently isn't the type to hang out backstage all that much, the stage door was actually fairly quiet. So I will admit I wormed my way in there to get my program signed as well. *grins*
After that, well... we were all too twitchy to go back home quite then so we giggled our way into a bar where, ironically, some of the chorus from BFO were drinking. I also then gt accosted by someone in the ladie's room who wanted to know if I was part of the cast of Taboo cause, you know, the accent and all. Which was kinda' cool, it's not often I get mistaken for chorus line. *snickers*
We got accosted on the way out by some woman as well, wanting to know how the fuck I got my hair so fucking cool, cause it's really fucking cool (and she was really fucking drunk).
I'm like... uhhh... bleach, 3 kinds of dye, and a lot of annoying complaints when it washes out...
Ah, boy... so that was my night.
General observations:
Hugh's really fucking TALL.
After a whole show of singing and dancing and sweating, he still smells really good.
He's just a painfully nice guy in general.
I luffs him and can now die happy.
And we're going back again tonight so I'll let y'all know what happens. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-30 10:45 am (UTC)Seriously, I love the way you write about your experiences. I'm here giggling in the middle of the library with my hand over my mouth to try and muffle the noise.
That is soooooo kewl that you got to stand in a pic with Hugh on-stage in costume and all. *green with envy* And he liked your hair and the chibi's!!! How fantastic!
I hear that Brendan Fraser (yeah, *the* Brendan Fraser) won that expensive pumpkin in the auction. ;-)
You thought Hugh was tall? Hmm...I thought he was shorter than I expected. Still, I have a 6'3" older brother and a 6'4" younger brother, so my perspective might be a little off.
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Date: 2003-10-30 10:05 pm (UTC)Oh and I dunno abour Brendan Fraser and that specific pumpkin, the couple who won it were kind of late middle-aged, grey haired theatre-types. I saw them pay for it and carry it out. But it's possible there was another pumpkin cause they sold off a second one this evening. They've ptobably been doing this all week.
Either that or they bought it on his behalf, but I distinctly remember the auctioneer guy saying "Bless you madam, come and collect your pumpkin" and she said she wasn't paying for it, her husband was, so he said "Then bring your husband and his chequebook, cause someone needs to pay for this thing."
But either way... unless he was dressed as a middle aged wopman in a black wook coat with fur trim, I don't think it was him. ;p
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Date: 2003-10-31 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-31 01:11 pm (UTC)I would suspect they'll auction off more stuff again this evening and possibly again on Saturday.
Guess I'll find out when I get there. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-30 10:50 am (UTC)I am SOOOO unbelievably jealous right now!!! How did you do this and not hyperventilate?!? I would have melted right there, on the spot, and there wouldn't have been a single articulate word to pass my lips. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
Can I come to your house and touch you? (since that's probably the closest I'll ever come to touching HIM??) LOL!!!! Ohhhh, you lucky, lucky thing you!!!
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Date: 2003-10-30 10:07 pm (UTC)But God he's SUCH a nice guy you really can't be all that overwhelmed. Cause he's too smooshably nice. *_*
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Date: 2003-10-31 10:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-31 01:14 pm (UTC)Ohhh yes indeedy. I'm still swooning as we speak. :D
When do we get to see the pics?
The Hugh-Polaroid is with AG currently, as we shared the photo op and technically she paid for it. I'll be getting a scanned copy as soon as she gets round to it.
The autographed chibis etc I'll scan when I get home and all other random assortd pictues will appear roughly whenever I can afford to get the many rolls of film developed. ;)
Happy, Happy, Happy
Date: 2003-10-31 04:08 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see the pics!!!
I've been telling everyone I know! (yes, people in Kansas now know all about you and Hugh!!)
See yah!
Snow
Re: Happy, Happy, Happy
Date: 2003-10-31 08:29 pm (UTC)**fans self repeatedly**
Date: 2003-11-02 07:39 pm (UTC)a much better buy than the pumpkin if you want my honest opinion, cause towels don't decompose **falls off chair**
i can just see you guys, masquerading as calm collected human beings, then escaping out the door and falling apart in hysterics (as you so eloquently described) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*scrapes jaw off floor* you got your picture with him? on stage? and was there something about an 'arm around his waist'? i think all the synapses in my brain shot over to 'closed' at that point.
General observations:
Hugh's really fucking TALL.
no kidding - being the five foot giant that i am, he'd probably never even see me if i got close enough for an autograph (not that that's ever going to happen or anything) - but *eeep* i did have a dream about him once (ages ago) and, uh - i hit him. i had to stand on a box to do it, but i hauled off and decked him. it was kinda fun! *insert pause for the horrified looks* hey - it was a dream; what can i say?
it was outside in some unidentifiable place, he was wearing the trademark open-necked shirt - and he leaned down, like he was going to kiss me. and my horrified little mind (i suppose) just went 'no! he's happily married! he's that 'rumored to exist' perfect man! this just can't be!' - so i popped him one. it wasn't terribly satisfying, so i did it again. then, realizing that the problem was that i just wasn't tall enough (5'0" compared to 6'3" - you can see the difficulty - leverage, ya know) this dream convenience of a box just happens to appear - i stepped up on it and decked him.
i believe he was a bit stunned. mercifully, the dream ended there.
and so does this post!
safe trip back - take care of all that luverly pink!
Re: **fans self repeatedly**
Date: 2003-11-03 05:21 am (UTC)Yes, yes, arm around the middle, close enough to pick the sequins off his red shirt one by one by one... ;)
And even after 2 hours of singing and dancing, he still smelled good. Now that's a talent.
XD