Are Your Dreams Like Mini-Movies...?

I've always had vivid dreams.  Dreams so real that I could swear they actually happened in another place/another time.  Last night was no exception.

It began with my going to a local gay nightclub called Machine.  They were having a 'glam-a-rama' dance party and I was going without my husband.  A man found himself VERY attracted to me and kept persuing me throughout the night.  (I know this was a dream, because in it, I was a phnomenal dancer...unlike the typical white-man's-jig that I do in real life).

This man so captivated me, that I left the store to go buy an outfit to present myself to him in.  So, I proceeded to the mall where an AMAZING store was being presided over by a bunch of gorgeous drag-queens.  They had high end dresses and clothes that were designed with style, panache, and sex.

There was a separate room where gentlemen clients could be 'entertained' (I didn't go through that door, but knew what it was....the way you just 'know' shit in dreams.)

The 'saleslady' came up to me, and it was none other than local drag sensation 'Sapphira Crystal'.  She showed me dozens of dresses to try on.  Although I had entered the shop as a man, and didn't ask to put on women's clothes, these were what were chosen for my by Sapphira.  I didn't question a thing as she draped a forest green number over my head.  There were silver tinsel-like hangings that moved like a Tina Tuner dress from the 60's.  I was completely enamored of it.

She asked me what the occasion was, and I explained that I was there to land a man.  She gave me tips, and got me all dolled up for the occasion.

Oddly enough, I never went back to the club to see that man I wanted in my dream.  Instead, the dream picked up the next day.  My husband and I (in our normal clothes) were walking through the mall.  She saw me holding hands with my husband and she came up and asked me how everything went. 

In hushed tones, I explained that this was my husband, not the man I was trying to land the night before.  A look of regret crossed her face, as she realized that she was unwittingly complicit in what would have been a phenomenal one-night-stand.  She put her head down in despair, and walked away from me back into her glamorous store.

I turned to my husband to continue our shopping, and noticed that he, too was gone.  I was standing in a big, crowded mall, with tons of people around me, but not anyone I knew.  My husband was gone.  I realized then (in the dream) how much I had lost.  And while I kept looking for my husband, I didn't find him anywhere.  I felt so completely alone.

I woke up, with that feeling of loss and despair so acute, and still in my mind, even after the dream ended. 

I rolled over in bed, and there was my husband, Matthew, gently snoring, looking so cute and innocent while he slept, unaware of my dream-world transgressions.  I snuggled up to him, and put my arms around him realizing 'What a lucky man I am'.

15 Minutes of Fame, Part One....

This post has been evolving over the past few months. I haven't posted anything up until now. Basically, the new Mark Wahlberg film is shooting in Boston....

I won't get into details, but I was approached to possible be in the movie. I thought about it and was kind of psyched. But then the film crew changed the date of filming to when my husband and I had planned our San Francisco vacation.

Looks like I was out. But, the members of the film crew kept asking me to change my plans. Finally, yesterday they came in and said "are you sure you don't want to do it", and i explained that my husband and I had already planned our vacation, and I had to speak to him to change it.

So, I came home, and Matthew said that he wouldn't mind if we changed our vacation as this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

so, I cancelled my plans, paid a bit in penalties, and texted the guy. He texted me back saying he was going to check things on his end, because he wasn't sure if the film company cast someone else, since I wouldn't be there.

Well, I woke up this morning to find the email stating that they went with alternate casting already since I had told them I wouldn't be able to do it. The letter stated that it was too bad, as Seth 'really wanted you to be in it'.


So, I lost my San Francisco vacation and now I don't even get to be a part of the filming.

Can you say "Gee, Ron , you are a fucking idiot?!?!", because that's how I feel right now.

'That's Hollywood', as they say.

Two weeks Later...

I don't want to jinx anything or spoil anything, BUT I have been asked 'Can you do it, because it has come from 'on high' that they want you....'

Of course I said yes.

Keep your fingers crossed....I know nothing of what will happen, or if I will be on camera, or if I need to say anything....or anything like that.  I'm not even sure if Mark Wahlberg will be there, but it would be really awesome if he is.

Tomorrow is the day of the filming.  It's also my day off, so I hope that they don't actually want to film me 'working' in the background, as I REALLY am not working at all tomorrow.

Ha Ha!  I got my hair cut, got a camera to take some nice shots of the production (if I am allowed), so I hope that maybe, just maybe, I will end up on the screen of a theater near you very soon.

Probably not, but I can dream, can't I?

Hunky Men in Very Little Clothing....

Ok, if you don't like burly men with really cute faces, then turn away.

Otherwise, enjoy this hunky little number (the one on the right, getting all 'shwicked') What a cute face he has!



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Go See "Hair" on its National Tour...

I am spoiled. If I like something, I will see it a million times (if I can). So, when the touring production of "Hair" pulled into Boston recently, I ended up seeing it four times.

And over that time, I really got to enjoy the cast. They are fun, talented, happy individuals who truly give their all at every show. Yesterday, spoiled me got driven to Schenectady, NY to see the show again.

The best part was that the cast remembered me (it may have something to do with my 'shocking yellow' glasses that sort of stand out. They gave me so much joy, I felt it was time to give them all a shout out.

PHYRE HAWKINS as Dionne: The opening curtain is filled with a full moon, and when it drops and PHYRE comes out on stage singing 'Aquarius', she warms the theater up like the sun. Beautiful, amazing voice, and the power of 10,000 suns.

STEEL BURKHARDT as Berger: Charismatic, funny, and a bit of man-child, Burkhardt's Berger is easy to like, and someone you want to hang out with all day. He's whimsical, silly, and intense. This is one Berger that everyone will want.

MATT DEANGELIS as Woof: Sympathetic, gentle, and a romantic, Matt imbues the character with such heart.

KAITLIN KAYAN as Crissie: Her solo is poignant and full of longing. "Frank Mills" sends chills down my spine as you feel the want in her voice. She is absolutely delightful to watch throughout the performance.

DARIUS NICHOLS as Hud: A crowd-pleaser! Darius makes Hud instantly likeable showing him as a man aware of his color, but not letting it put him 'to the back of the bus' (as he says before one of his songs). A full on sexy performance with a voice range from the deepest bass, to clear, high notes.

PARIS REMILLARD as Claude: Freewheeling and fun in the beginning, Paris slowly builds the intensity of his performance as we follow Claude's journey. By the time he starts singing the last number, the tears are already in my eyes. I know what's coming, but I can't look away. Great vocals on display, and a stunning, shocking transformation by the end of the play.

KACIE SHEIK as Jeanie: Cute, dizzy, full of love. Jeanie is a girl with a bit of a problem. Unrequited love, a baby on the way...and yet her days are filled with joy, and she shines brighter than most, and has some very amusing lines that break up the house.

CAREN LYN TACKETT as Sheila: I believe in Love! What an awesome performance! (what do you expect from a Boston gal?!) Sheila represents hope and change. A college student who protests to fight for what she believes in. Her passion shines through in everything she does. How can people be so heartless to her? It's a crime. Watching the energy just radiate out of her as she sings is a joy.

Josh Lamon: This man is a triple-threat! The man goes from Margaret Meade to a member of the Tribe with flawless perfection. That old fashioned melody never sounded so good.

Allison Guinn: This woman has got quite a range. Her Buddha number always makes me laugh. She is hilarious as the face of 1947, and watching her beat her chest with tears in her eyes during 3-5-0-0 is an emotional experience.

THE TRIBE: The 'tribe' are no background players, but characters that shine and stand out on their own right. If you are just watching the lead characters, and ignoring the tribe, then you are missing out on 85% of the play. Each dancer/actor/performer is doing their own thing, but it works together as a whole when put together. I don't know who to focus on, so I try to focus on them all. There is a reason to see this play many times, and one of the reasons is to catch all of The Tribe doing their thing. Members like...

Nicholas Belton: Sexy, great dancer, beautiful smile.

Mike Evariste: If there is a smile brighter and more heartfelt than his, I'd like to see it, because i won't believe it.

Marshal Kennedy Carolan: This guy bounces all over the stage like a kid on a playground. You can clearly see how much fun he is having onstage. It carries over into the audience every time. Thanks!

Lulu Fall: The sexiest, most soulful Abraham Lincoln on the planet. The voice like a gift from above.

Nkrumah Gatling: Tireless, masculine, exuding the playfulness that is on display so often throughout the show.

Emmy Raver-Lampman: Every time I look at her, she just makes me smile. And when she returns that smile, there's nothing better. And she makes one hell of an Aretha! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Sara Ruzicka: This woman can sing and dance! (not that the others can't), but there is something about her that you can't take your eyes off of her....she is intense! A firecracker!

Jen Sese: I love watching her. Seriously, she reminds me of my sister (that's a compliment)

Lee Zarrett: Principal doodyhead! (is that the line?) I love his big hat and rich voice.

Cailan Rose: This woman is a power-house. Listening to her aria-like wail during the be-in gives me the chills every fucking time. She bounces around on stage like the tazmanian devil! She jumps, she shouts, she screams. And I lover her outfit. the kerchief and the pig tails are absolutely adorable.

Christine Nolan: She wasn't there the day I was in Schenectady, but I remember her from Boston. Seductive, tantalizing, she moves like nothing I've seen before. She was sorely missed yesterday.


I may have missed one or two people, and if so, I TRULY apologize, because the cast as a whole is great. The show drives me to tears EVERY TIME I see it, such is the power of the acting from this amazing case.

As good as the solo numbers are, the show SHINES when the whole cast is singing together. It starts out fun, hopeful, and bright, and slowly..the show gets a little darker and more intense. And as dark as it gets, it still manages to end on a somewhat hopeful note, that no matter what, be true to yourself, and the sun will shine on in.

Thanks to every damn person in the cast, crew, (and that amazing band!).

I'll see you again in Broadway in August. And in 2012 in Philadelphia. Your hard work is truly appreciated here, and I will sing your praises (along with the soundtrack to this show) as loud as I can.

Ron Thibodeau
"The Man in the Yellow Glasses"

Oh, and for those of you who want to go, here's a list of the cities where you can catch it: http://www.hairontour.com/schedule.php

My Pussy is Smarter Than Yours...

Everyone likes to think that their pet is the cutest, the fastest, the smartest, etc. And I am no exception. That is why I can say, without a doubt, that my cat is insanely intelligent.

And he chooses to communicate with me through 'puffs'. "Puffs" are his little pom-pom-type yarn ball about the size of a plum. He bats them around, and chases them up and down the stairs, and he can't just leave them alone. He gets giddy around the puffs.

I know what you're thinking....where's the intelligent part..? Well, my cat 'talks' to me through those puffs. In addition to playing with them, he uses them to tell me what he wants.

When he wants his litter box scooped, he will pick up one of these puffs and carry it down three flights of stairs in his mouth. He will then place the puff next to the litter box. When I see that puff, I know it's time for some scoopin'.

There are times he will place the puff right in an empty food dish. Yup, you guessed it...that means it's time for me to feed him. When he is chilly, he puts a puff in the bathroom, and I warm up the bathroom sink for him with hot water, and then drain it. It is nice and warm for him, and I sit in the tub and keep him company, all the while, as a space heater is warming the room.

So, every day I come home, and depending on what time it is, my cat tells me what to do. It's kind of like I'm the pet, and he's the master.

Which is, I'm sure, exactly how he likes it.

STAY TUNED..........