Movies, movies, movies. Where's all the music and cute boys?

Right here. I am still in the afterglow of crushing on
Dave Koz, and now at the last minute I've decided to catch
Rufus Wainwright's show in Columbus tomorrow. It's not such a stretch between the two. Both comely queers. Both with a theatrical bent. Both with the sweeping orchestration. Just different paths, lambs. I could hardly be more excited about Rufus the Baptist. His
Release the Stars has been the soundtrack of most of my summer.

Lawn seats are still available. Who wants to come with?
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I WANT TO COME WITH! I WANT TO COME WITH!
There's always room on my blankie for you, doll. He'll be fab, but he'd be fab-er with you along.
:: blushes ::
Mikey (the lovely ex) just rang a little while ago to say that Rufus will be touring here in Sydney in January, and did I want to go? Natch! It makes me feel somehow even more connected to you guys. Can we hug it out?
I'm looking forward to it, but wish I had my individuals with me. But until we can ACTUALLY be together, that'll do, pig.
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