My Kinda Superstar

Not long ago, Ken and I went to see the musical Spring Awakening. We didn't so much love it, for reasons I won't bother going into here, although I will say that I enjoyed the music by my secret husband, Duncan Sheik --– who, by the way, needs to shave.

But I digress.

The highlight of our evening, actually, ended up who was in the audience.

Since Spring Awakening seems to have become the "it" musical du jour, you would expect that you'd get a celebrity sighting or two.

But I would never have expected that I would see David Byrne at the tiny Atlantic Theatre Company. And --– best of all -- the man rode his bicycle to the theater.

How fucking cool is that?

I hope --– if ever I achieve a measure of success --– that I'll still ride my bike around town. I want to be cool like David Byrne.

'Course, it would help if I bought a bike, since mine was stolen. Natch.

There was another celebrity at the theater that evening, and though I didn't see it myself, Ken insists that he gave me the MRI -- a rather intent going over with the eyeballs in a cruisy sorta way. I'm not going to flatter myself, frankly, especially since said celebrity is happily partnered.

Just reporting the facts, ma'am.