Speaking of great gifts. . . .GAAAHH!!

SO EXCITED!!

Alright--here's the apology in advance for yet another non-medical post. But, y'all! I have to tell you about this!!

No. I did not win the lottery or some big award. All this excitement is over something I saw on television. Uhhh, sorry.

Anyways--I cannot stop talking about and watching this. Seriously? Cannot. Okay. So this image above is from the Bravo television show "It's a Brad, Brad World" -- which admittedly I don't watch other than on random weekend marathons -- but for whatever reason, I caught yesterday evening.

So glad I did!

Okay, so check it. Brad and his partner Gary were celebrating their tenth anniversary and they threw this big ol' swanky backyard shindig. All kinds of beautiful people there, but mostly good friends from different stages in their lives. Other than the fact that they have a bunch of money, it seemed a lot like a very nice dinner or cocktail party that any of you would plan for your own friends.

Well. Gary gets up to give a toast to Brad. Both of them are pretty chatty dudes so it didn't surprise me that he had a bunch of very sweet things to say which got Brad all verklempt. He talked about how they met and how within hours of meeting how they were singing songs from Les Miserables at the tops of their lungs. Then everyone quieted down when Gary talked about how he knew right away that this was the person he'd fall in love with.

Now me? I don't care who you are or how many X chromosomes you or your sweetheart have. I'm just a sucker for a good love story. And love at first sight in the Mykonos? Man. That's my kind of love story. (Also, I'm sort of rooting for Brad since Rachel Zoe that designer lady on the show he spun off from isn't always so nice to him.) Yeah. So I was happy to learn that Brad is happily boo-ed up.

So yep. Even though I was channel surfing last night, once I got to this mushy love story, I stayed on the channel and watched the whole thing.'Cause I'm all about hearing about some love.

Anywho. Gary is talking and everyone there is looking all doe-eyed and love-filled and happy for them. Including me from my couch. So THEN, Gary just abruptly stops talking--which does catch me by surprise because, like I said, these dudes love to talk. In fact,  I have no idea how those two get a word in edgewise with one another.

But I digress.

So, yeah, the talking was over. Gary said something about how sometimes words don't suffice and then. . . . he just stopped talking.

And then this. Y'all!

A BROADWAY FLASH MOB!! 

GAAAHH!!

Best. Surprise. Ever. Loved it, loved it, LOVED IT. O. M. expletive. G.

Okay.

Y'all. Y'all!! A Broadway Flash Mob? Seriously? Seriously. I am beside myself!

Okay, this is totally on my bucket list.  To have someone put one on for me, or hell just to be in one. And no, I cannot sing. But neither could Gary and he was in this one!

If you plan a Broadway Flash Mob in your backyard--I'm your girl. For real.

Yes, Mom. For your sixty-fifth YOU wanted us all to have dinner with you. But me? I want folks to break out in song. And not just any ol' song either. . . .

BROADWAY song, baby. Woo hooooo!

Just in case you are wondering, any track from RENT will do. Ah hem.

That reminds me--have I ever told y'all about the day that Harry almost divorced me when I held him captive in the movie version of RENT?

Harry:  "Is he. . .  singing?"

Me:  "Yeah, babe."

Harry:  "Wait. . .why is he still singing? Wait. . . .aww hell no! Why is he singing, too?"

Me:  "It's a musical,babe."

Harry:  "Is that. . . TAYE DIGGS? Wait. . what the. . why in the HELL is TAYE DIGGS SINGING?!? AND THE DUDE FROM LAW AND ORDER, TOO?!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS YOU GOT ME WATCHING?!?"

Um, yeah. (And I may or may not have censored that a bit.)

See? NOW you know that the likelihood of the BHE  arranging or singing in a Broadway flash mob for me is about the same as him growing a big round afro and then perming it straight like James Brown. Yes. That means that this dream falls squarely on the shoulders of all of you.

So? So who's in? Who's down for being in my Broadway flash mob? Well?

*eyebrows raised, big goofy smile and feverish head-nodding*

Uhhh. . .hello? Where'd all y'all go. . . .

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(You can use this one for me.)