Ok.I feel numb.
Jason keeps telling me how I will be reacting.
I tell him to stop. “Stop planting thoughts in my head... I have no idea how I will react.”
“Yes you do.”
This is big. Am I building myself up too much?
Why do I feel like it's going to be me, Barbra and then about ten thousand or more other people who just happened to be there too.
I want to yell things out to her.
I don't want to toss a drink at her. What on earth?! Why would someone do that? That is an example of how this world is degenerating.
I wonder if it was planned.
Make people hate those stupid and undignified Republicans.
Fine... if it helps.
So, Barbra... Barbra Streisand. The real deal. Me. There. Omigod.
And then again on Thursday.
I wonder if I will at anytime yawn during the show.
I don't think it's possible... maybe during El Divo.
I might go to the potty when they come out. It will give both me and Barbra a chance to go powder our noses.