It is starting to sink in. I went to check to see if the tickets were real and that I actually HAD them. I am starting to imagine HOW I will be. Will I sob crying throughout the evening? Will this majestic energy overtake me and allow me to holler out to here eloquently and insistantly? Will she appreciate it and decipher me out of thirty thousand other screaming fans... how many people will be there?I was telling Jason today that it was because of Barbra that we were even together. (Don't alot of gay men tell this to their significant others?)
You see, years ago, my reason for moving to Minneapolis was due in part because of Barbra. It was a balmy autumn afternoon and I was spending the day strolling and browsing from one store to the next. Tower records beckoned me and it was there that I discovered the newly remastered release of the THIRD Barbra Streisand album on CD. I bought it ofcourse and felt it nescessary to stop by my house to give it a listen. Had I NOT found this disc, I would have spend the remainder of the day browsing and eventually had planned to end up at Coffee Chicago and write in my journal. So home I went and while I was there, I listened to the Actors Equity hotline (I hadn't done this in a long time and had pretty much given up my pursuit to get an equity acting job). It was on that recorded message that they announced the auditions for “Forever Plaid,” and they were happening at the moment I was listening to the message. I dropped everything and high tailed it to the audition. Got the job, the rest is history, I moved to Minneapolis and the course of my life changed forever. Thanks Barb. And is it no coincidence that her SON is named Jason?
Incidently... isn't that the weirdest picture of Babs?