I have been bad. It’s been almost two weeks since my last post.  Fail.  Sorry, dudes.  I’ve experienced so much pop culture since then, I’m going to give you the highlights.  As I sit here listening to the Christmas music channel on digital cable (why do I always forget about those music channels?!), let’s look back on the past two weeks, shall we?

When last we talked, it was about Prince William’s engagement.  Well, he tried to steal the thunder of another Brit, but he was unsuccessful: HP7: Part 1 opened on the 19th, and I went to a midnight showing.  You know, I just realized how annoying it is that the movies aren’t numerically symmetrical with the books, what with seven being the most magical number.  Right, Jo?  That being said, I liked the movie.  The action sequences were good.  Though, the first movie didn’t quite make the case that a split was necessary.  It was a little too slow, so for it to be worth it for me, the second movie better not leave out any detail.  Again, though, I did enjoy it.  Especially Godric’s Hollow and Malfoy Manor.  Okay, HP geeking out is over now.

The second pop culture event I took part in was seeing the Broadway musical Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.  I’ll try to refrain from fagging out here (there will be plenty of time for that later), but the cast of this hot mess is amazing.  Patti LuPone, Sherie Rene Scott, Laura Benanti, Brian Stokes Mitchell…  If those names mean nothing to you, you should be ashamed.  This one should be familiar though: Justin Guarini!  Yep, that curly-haired moptop from season one of American Idol.  Anyway, if you love crazy trainwrecks, see this show.  It’s amazing.

The next big event (commence fagging out) was a midnight showing of Burlesque in Chelsea!  Oh.  My.  God.  That movie was amazing.  I don’t know if it was bad enough to be of Showgirls calibur, but it was pretty terrible.  And also fabulous.  The production numbers!  Cher!  Xtina!  And the fact that there was only one true burlesque number performed!  The rest were just girls doing hip-hop/jazz hybrid dances in underwear.  The audience applauded after each one, and laughed at the terrible writing/acting, which one woman got very upset about.  She kept asking her boyfriend (?), “What is so funny?  I’m not getting it.  Am I missing something?”  Brilliant.

Then there came Thanksgiving.  I spent the morning baking and watching my friends from Memphis perform in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (I hate the lip-syncing that happens during that parade).  I spent the afternoon/evening with my sister, sister-in-law, nephew, our Brooklyn family, and Emily.  That is a day to be thankful for.  Here are my pies:

Saturday, we went to the Christmas tree farm, and picked out two beautiful trees: one for me and one for my sister’s family.  My nephew was absolutely enamored with everything Christmas: Santa, snowmen, reindeer, etc.  And yesterday, I spent all day watching Fa La La La Lifetime movies (A Diva’s Christmas Carol?  Yes, please!) and decorating my tree.  As with last year, my tree is decorated with some cheap 99¢ store ornaments, but mostly handmade ones cut out from my Entertainment Weeklys, with Ellen Degeneres serving as my angel (as she is everyone’s).  This year, there were some new additions joining last year’s Tina Fey, Bones and Booth, Heidi Montag, Lady Gaga, and others.  My tree is proud to name these amongst its occupants: the Gilmore Girls, Cher, Justin Bieber, RuPaul, and Melissa and Joey.  ‘Tis the season!  Here’s a pic:

So, yesterday was amazing. Emily and I got super cheap mani/pedis (just $16 total for each of us!), had our makeup done so we’d look really hot, and wore our fancy dresses. Oh, plus there was that whole thing of making videos from the Memphis viewing party, Memphis winning the Tony for Best New Musical, and getting to interview the amazing cast members of the show at the after party. That was pretty sweet as well. But you know what wasn’t all that sweet? Wearing high heels. Oh, man, and mine were only about three inches high. I seriously do not know how women wear these things all the time. If being famous is going to mean wearing crazy heels all the time, I may have to reconsider these life choices.

The thing is, I really do love heels. I love shoes of all kinds, and I own quite a few pairs. Unfortunately, I don’t wear them all that often because they’re kind of unbearable. I have ridiculously weak ankles, which give out on me in sneakers and flats for no reason all the time. Those ankles + three inch heels = bad news bears. Last night, though, I seem to have mastered that problem. I just have to walk slowly and take shorter strides. Wearing heels forced me to be a dainty lady! Finally my mother will be happy. Too bad Stacy London lied in her commercials and the Dr. Scholl’s inserts For Her I bought didn’t prevent my feet from killing me after nine hours in heels. Yeah, I took them off and was standing on the wet, dirty outdoor rooftop of the Empire Hotel in between interviews. I’m not ashamed of that. I can’t be a lady all the time.

Ugh. Like all women before me, however, I may have to suck it up and suffer for my beauty because damn if I didn’t look good. Spanx, heels, and all, not to mention peeling off the false eyelashes at 5:00am, it was worth it. I mean, when you’re at the hottest party of the theatre season, you have to play the part. Seriously, how amazing to have Broadway producers thanking Emily and I for our support, when they’re the reason there’s a show in the first place. Not to mention one producer in an amazing designer suit telling us he was “obsessed” with our YouTube videos. Say what?! I guess I’ll just have to walk around my apartment in heels to strenghten my ankles and numb my feet to the pain. It looks like I’m going places.

Okay, so here’s something exciting.  The TONYs are this weekend.  Sunday on CBS!  I know, right?!  And that’s not even the exciting part.  I’ve mentioned before that my bestie Emily and I make YouTube videos.  We started doing this because we’re funny ladies, and we love pop culture (obviously).  It started a little more broad, but we quickly gained a focus as a theatre-centric YouTube channel.  We weren’t really sure anyone was watching us (I found out not even my mother had seen our videos, though she was a fan on facebook).  For a long time, pretty much only our videos about Kristin Chenoweth and Patti LuPone had many hits.  Then one day, we got our first taste of fame.

Emily was seeing TONY nominated Kate Baldwin, who we saw and adored in the recent revival of Finian’s Rainbow, in concert when in the middle of the performance, Emily thought she must be having stroke.  Kate was discussing a video on YouTube about her, and Emily suddenly heard her and my voices talking about Google, Kate Baldwin, and Elaine Stritch.  Yes, Kate Baldwin knew who we were, and more she adored us!  And to my especial delight, she had shown our videos to Cheyenne Jackson.  Mmmm…Cheyenne Jackson.  Emily and I basked in our brush with the Great White Way and continued to make videos where we made snarky comments and swore too much.

Now we come to the really exciting part.  Thankfully, the producers of Promises, Promises screwed up their rush policy, and after waiting for hours in the cold, Emily and I (along with my friend Susan) ended up getting tickets to Memphis.  We didn’t know much about it, but we were determined to see a show that night.  And hooray (or should I say, “Hockadoo!”) for Memphis!  We loved the show so much, we made a stage door video.  We also picked it to win several awards when we made our TONY prediction videos.  Emily, being the marketing genius she is, posted these videos on their facebook page.  One of the producers (shout out to Carolyn) saw us, fell in love (how could she not?!), and invited us to come see the show.  I alluded to a fantastical opportunity we got in my “Gush” post, and here’s what’s up.

On Sunday, Emily and I will be attending Memphis’s TONY viewing party, which shows throw for staff, cast, family members, etc. who can’t or don’t want to shell out $200 to go to the actual ceremony.  We’ll then be correspondants at Memphis’s TONY after party, doing interviews (wait ‘til you hear the ridiculous and amazing questions) with cast, staff, Barbra Streisand should she choose to attend, and so on.  Throughout the night, Memphis will be uploading pictures and video to their various social networking sites:

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So, please, watch Emily and I being our crazy selves with the cast of a TONY nominated musical.  We bought fancy dresses (from JCPenney and Macy’s!) and push-up bras.  It’s gonna be shmazing.