I decided to drop more cash than I probably have to spend (one of the vain advantages to my summer with the "rents") on the musical ditties and reasonably-notorious garments I've yet to purchase for my own exceedingly witty pleasure. Here's a taste:
The local library was kind enough to let me "borrow" (Read: "borrow") Starlight Express and the famously delightful Smokey Joe's Cafe. Starlight is really just so that I can laugh for a few hours, but as a result of the aneurysm-inducing sluggishness I've experienced in past weeks, I have decidedly earned said laughter.
Barnes and Noble bombarded me (entirely against my will, I assure you) with sale prices galore. I had no choice but to bring home the ever-scrumptious Stephen Lynch and The Wedding Singer ensemble at large. And, dare I say it, the score is absolutely adorable. I was enduringly unreceptive to the mildly-recognized show at first, but the music itself is leading me towards proverbial "wedded bliss." Damn you, quirky 80's spunk.
And if one were to hypothisize that three cast albums were suitable for a single day, they would be wrong. And stupid. The Drowsy Chaperone left with me, and whereas its outlook was slightly less fertile than Wedding Singer, perhaps it, too, will shoot me out of a cannon and gliding into a cheese-like moon. Of cheese. Because Drowsy Chaperone will be nothing but pure Velveeta.
See? Proof positive.
[Editor's Note: iTunes has just guided me through my first complete Wedding Singer experience, and I might as well give up the grudge against humanity at large and stand outside of TKTS to get inexpensive loser seating for this painfully enduring production. Ugh. It's so cute.]
Also on the list of needless items I now own is a delicate, tasteful shirt that productively declares, "I blogged your mom." Like I said, delightfully tasteful.
And, in accordance with nerdly statutes everywhere, I will gracefully proclaim the glory of Samberg and Parnell, "Double True!"
It might be reasonably impossible for me to be much more awesome. Except for the fact that no brilliantly-minded individual in the universe would agree.
Ha. Geniuses. What do they know?
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