Saturday, February 10, 2007
Do I even need to write anything? Is it necessary in this case? For one, I'd gladly give up smoking, sex and Maker's Mark on the rocks if Victoria Clark would come to my apartment and sing "Losing My Mind" to me every night. Secondly, Donna Murphy is our Merman and Michael McGrath our Mickey Rooney. Victor Garber is probably the last old school leading man. Everything really is possible. I wish I could be articulate, but I can't. I'm still reeling.