It’s been 10 years since the October 12th, 1998 murder of Matthew Shepard in Laramie, Wyoming. Four years after the murder, the Tectonic Theater Project, a New York City company, entered Laramie to conduct hundreds of interviews with inhabitants of the town. They ended up creating a play based on those interviews as well as company members’ own journal entries and published news reports. The play, The Laramie Project, premiered in February 2000 and has been performed over 2,000 times worldwide since. The three-act play details the community reaction to the murder as well as the trial of Shepard’s murderers. In it, eight actors portray more than sixty characters in a series of short scenes. Time magazine created a website in support of the project and HBO made a film by the same name in which actors portrayed the play’s interviewees. The Tectonic Theater Project is returning to Laramie this week to re-interview the play’s real-life characters. In doing so, they hope to explore whether Matthew left any sort of legacy on the high plains town, 10 years after his passing. Returning to Laramie, a town of 25,000 near the Colorado border, is far from a theatrical exercise. They plan to use the new interviews to write an epilogue to the play before the 10th anniversary of Mr. Shepard’s death; it will be added to the published version of the script and will be included in future performances of “The Laramie Project.”
The trailer for HBO’s The Laramie Project
Read more about the attack on Matthew Shepard, the fate of his attackers, and civil reaction since then, after the jump.
Eric (Tom Cavanagh of the hit series ED and Scrubs) lives for all things hockey. Now in his thirties, he’s managed to turn his stint as an ex- Toronto Maple Leaf into a full-time gig as commentator for sports TV. He’s living the dream! But when Eric’s boyfriend Sam (Ben Shenkman of Angels in America and Law & Order) announces that they’re to become temporary guardians of a young boy, Eric’s comfortable world shatters. Enter Scot (Noah Bernett from Last Exit and Gothika)—a recently orphaned, swishy 11-year-old sissy-of-a-boy — and Eric’s mirror opposite. Freaked out by Scot’s ‘joie de vivre,’ Eric and Sam gently nudge Scot away from scented hand cream and all things pink, towards a more ‘acceptable’ pastime—hockey. But after Scot’s disastrous first game, Eric begins to rethink the compromises he’s made in his own life in order to be ‘accepted.’
Officially sanctioned by the NHL and the Toronto Maple Leafs, BREAKFAST WITH SCOT represents the first time a professional sports league has allowed their logo and uniforms to be used in a gay-themed movie. Breakfast With Scot premieres October 10th.
It’s a great time for gay film!AfterElton.com just released a list of the 50 greatest gay movies of all time. It was based on a poll, so you may disagree with the rankings (is Brokeback Mountain really ranked number one? Sure, Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal are hot and it was one of the first mainstream gay films, but c’mon…). But at least their list shows there are a lot of gay film icons to watch and appreciate. Luckily, we also have another upcoming gay film floating down the mainstream, Gus Van Sant’s Milk. There’s already talk of Oscar buzz and since it’s based on a true story, the film’s potential social and political resonance will be all the more satisfying. We wanted to post the older, ground-breaking 1984 film, The Times of Harvey Milk here on QC, but the YouTube video disabled embedding. So if you want to watch it all for free, you can enjoy the film in 10 parts on YouTube. However, we’ve embedded another gay film great for you this weekend… with a twist! You can’t think the words “gay film” and “icon” without eventually running into some friends of Dorothy—no, not the bears singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” at the local piano bar—we mean the scarecrow, tin man, and cowardly lion. For years, L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz has been hailed as literary genius. Some people call it “the first American fairy tale,” others speculate that it’s a political allegory about the American populist movement. No matter your take, you can’t deny, the 1939 film is an undeniable masterpiece. A beautifully made musical with great acting and an important message: Sometimes you have to leave home to find it. Fans of film and of Pink Floyd have long known about The Dark Side of Oz. That is, you can listen to the 1973 Pink Floyd album The Dark Side of the Moon while watching the 1939 film, and see many startling coincidences. Some disagree about whether they match up as all the hype would suggest (they more often don’t). But Dark Side of the Moon is an amazingly emotional and musically complex album that bears hearing from start to finish. Played concurrently with the film, the movie’s theatrical tableaus, lush landscapes, and human drama take on an even more epic importance and melancholy that may make you fall in love with the film and album all over again. We hope you enjoy.
One note: sadly, the below clip plays through Dark Side of the Moon only once, excluding the movie’s entire second half. If you have a CD player with automatic repeat, the music continues to sync up for the film’s second half too. If you want to watch The Dark Side of Oz in full, you can learn how to sync up the film and movie here.
Stars Aren’t Blind
By Steve Prince
“I feel weird. Like something is just different about me.”
It seemed uncomfortable to say it. I quickly drank from my Diet Coke as I waited to hear my friend Carrie’s response. She made a face that looked like she had a tickle on the end of her nose.
“Well,” Carrie paused thoughtfully, “has anything happened to you recently that would make you feel different?”
“No, not really,” I answered.
It was the truth. Lately, I’d just been feeling odd. Y’know, where you just don’t feel like yourself, but you can’t describe it? I wasn’t depressed, anxious, or sad. I just knew that my body felt not like me—it was unsettling.
Carrie and I ate at our usual pizza joint on Larchmont Boulevard—it was quickly becoming our meeting spot. For some reason, we felt like we could talk about anything there. I think the last time, we discussed felching. It was a beautiful Los Angeles day. It doesn’t really turn fall in LA, but you can tell when the summer afternoon heat begins to embrace the chill of the Southern California night. In a month, it’d truly be autumn—well for Los Angeles. I couldn’t wait; I was already scouring candle catalogs to check out my new fall scents. Yes, I’m that type of queer.
“How old are you again?” Carrie asked, stuffing her mouth with pizza.
Ugh. Thanks for reminding me. “Twenty-nine,” I said flatly. I wasn’t thirty yet, but it was fast approaching. I still hadn’t finished my “Things To Do By Thirty” list. I still was chubbier than I wanted to be, didn’t own a house, my career hadn’t really taken off yet, and—all right, let’s cut the bullshit…
I was thirty and didn’t have a boyfriend.
BAD BEHAVIOUR 2009 is a calendar of images by award winning Australian photographers Ross Brownsdon and Travis de Jonk. Following on the international success of their debut calendar BAD BEHAVIOUR 2008, the photogs did a second collection of fetish inspired images celebrating the expression of fantasy and the art of alternative desires. From dark and erotic, to fun and humorous, these fantasies are created with great sensitivity and detail, making them captivating, beautiful and sexy. Some of the fetishes are clearly illustrated (like plushies, voyeurism, watersports), but some of the others are harder to crack (magic shows? matadors? balloon sucking?). We’re having fun trying to figure out which images go to which months. We assume that the unwrapped chocolate beauty is for February, the watersports boys are probably for April (April showers bring May flowers), and the vampire boys are for Cocktober. But how bout the other ones, eh?
You can buy the calendar and appreciate its other images after the jump.
MANLY is an 80-page pornographic comic illustrated by famed homoerotica illustrator Amy Colburn and written by Dale Lazarov. The comic features three differenct scenarios: In BUSTED, a studly blonde apparently cruising a public restroom trips a hippy chased by a handsome federal agent. After the two men are awarded medals, they sneak away to the blonde man’s barn where fun with handcuffs turns into sucking and hot flip fuck action with lots of facials. In CLINCH, a young Latino boxer enters a gym to discover his childhood boxing icon is the owner. The men spar and end up locked in each other’s arms. Eventually the musclebear and young jock head to the back office to enjoy some cuddling, delicious oral and jerkoff action. Lastly, in HOT LIBRARIAN a newcomer in a leather-bear bar finds himself feeling like an outcast. Another man standing quietly in the corner does not respond to his advances. That is, until the young man discovers him working as a librarian. The two engage in intense body worship and flip fucking, dousing each other in round after round of cum-spraying orgasms. Except for titles and a few signs in English, the comic book has no words at all, which places the focus on the art and action instead. The sex definitely sizzles, though the superhero bodies, ginormous cocks, and geyser sprays of jism can seem hot or hilarious, depending on your tastes. But what’s more compelling are the genuine moments of tenderness and vulnerability between the couples: two men share a beer and a smoke on the terrace, each alone in his thoughts; two boxers admire each other’s skill as much as they adore each other’s bodies; a closer look shows that the man in the corner at the bear bar isn’t as disinterested as he first appeared. Colburn’s facial expressions are to die for, as are the scenes of post-coital awkwardness authored by Dale Lazarov. Those moments illustrate the heart of what MANLY is about—men expressing genuine feelings of kinship through sex.
We’ll be doing an interview with the artist Amy Colburn very soon, so check back for that. In the meanwhile, there are more great pictures of HOT LIBRARIAN after the jump!
Sam Sparro, a 25-year-old Australian singer-songwriter, music producer and former child actor, recently released his first full-album 21st Century Life. He’s the son of a gospel minister and recording artist and you can hear the influence in his music. “I know, I know, you hear the word gospel and you think big and loud and definitely black,” Sam said. “Imagine Bob Dylan doing gospel and you’re kind of there.” Sam was born in Sydney and raised in LA, but he takes many of his cultural cues from European performers like Soul II Soul, Kraftwerk, Grace Jones, Sade and Nenah Cherry as well as Euro-dance hits like ‘Ride On Time’ have captivated him. “I honestly think that’s where I got my vocal from,” he decides. “I’d sing along to Black Box, Whitney and C&C Music Factory, and slowly this big voice just emerged.” Continuing in the artistic vein, Sam designs his own artwork, makes funny behind-the-scenes videos for YouTube and DJ’s the occasional warehouse party. “I’m just a guy who likes to sing and wear fun clothes, who wants to have a laugh and wants everyone to get along,” says Sam. “I want my music to take people out of their own life a bit and make them feel happy and feel that they’re more than what they think they are, whatever that is. The world is not as ordinary as people want you to think it is. If the music can make you forget about your stupid job and your bills and your relationship problems for half an hour, I’m happy with that.”
Check out his MySpace page. You can also hear his entire album if you’re curious. But be sure to also buy it, eh?
See Sparro’s first single, Black and Gold, and another video after the jump!
This time, the QC Weekender gives you a handful of musical numbers to keep your toes tapping and a smile on your face into the new week. Chicago – They Both Reached For The Gun
What goes better with murder than media manipulation? In Chicago, Renée Zellweger plays Roxie Hart, a jealous lover who shoots down her man in the opening act. It’ll be lights out for Roxy unless she plays her cards right. Luckily, she’s got her lawyer Billy Flynn (Richard Gere) to help her get her story straight—wicked fun!
Bugsy Malone – So You Wanna Be A Boxer…
By odd chance, we find ourselves in Chicago again, this time in the company of children. This 1976 musical follows the exploits of child gangsters who duel using custard pies and “splurge guns” that shoot out cream. The gangster subject matter was toned down for a “G” rating, but there’s still lots of crime and conniving. It also featured a young Jodie Foster (fresh from Taxi Driver) playing a speakeasy chanteuse.
My Fair Lady – Wouldn’t It Be Loverly
Huh, it seems like every song in the QC Weekender takes place in a city. This time, the divine Audrey Hepburn plays the “squashed cabbage leaf,” Eliza Doolittle, a Cockney flower girl in London who dreams of a better life. The song is similar to “Somewhere That’s Green” from Little Shop of Horrors. You gotta love Hepburn. What she longs for sounds so very simple, yet so wistfully far away…
Newsies – Carrying the Banner Newsies is a 1992 Disney film based on the true story of the 1899 Newsboys Strike of New York City. It ranks among the highest-costing and lowest-grossing Disney live-action films in the studio’s history, but it’s a cult classic nowadays. What’s best is that it
stars a young Christian Bale, or as you may know him, Batman. Who knew the Dark Knight could dance and sing with such energy?
Concluding Mr. Prince’s Wonder Woman pilgrimage, we learn just how much of a lightweight he is and whether he falls for Brazilian charm in San Francisco. (Read Part I.) To Tell The Truth
By Steve Prince
I lowered my glass of wine, licking my upper lip. Francisco smiled at me.
“I’m so glad you decided to have a drink with us.” His accent made his speech sound rhythmic. It pulsed with sexuality.
Rachel smiled awkwardly. The intermission had just begun and I think she already felt like a third wheel. “So, are you a big cabaret fan?” she asked, “or a Lynda Carter fan?”
“Yeah…” I paused. What should I say, that actually I am a cabaret fan but secretly I’m obsessed with Lynda Carter? As much as Lynda looks beautiful singing in her elegant black gown, I really just want her to spin around on the stage and create a bursting beautiful heavenly light that fades to reveal my favorite Amazon goddess in all her star-spangled glory.
“Um… I like Lynda’s voice, and I just stumbled upon this little show and I was in town. So, here I am.” I took a swig of wine. Why was I lying? Okay I wasn’t lying but I wasn’t really telling the truth either. Why couldn’t I just say I was a queeny fan of Lynda Carter—it’s not like her gay fans are a secret.
“Well, I loved her as a child,” Francisco added. “At home in Brazil, I would watch re-runs of Wonder Woman and pretend that I had an invisible jet. I also thought Steve Trevor was a fox.”
I don’t know anyone who says “fox” nowadays, and normally it would sound dated. However, as Francisco said it with his pursed lips rounding into a tight “oh”, the word sounded delectable; it was almost as if he invented the word “fox” and was the only person allowed to utter it.
“To Wonder Woman,” Francisco toasted.
Again, Rachel and I echoed and drank. My stomach grumbled as warmth began to spread through my arms. I really had to slow down drinking on an empty stomach. It was just Francisco was just so… tempting.
The lights dimmed and the second half of the show began. Lynda walked onstage wearing the same dress but with a deep scarlet wrap. She was gorgeous. I was glad I had brought my camera; I wanted a picture with her, dammit! I imagined myself babbling to her how important she was during my childhood and how I idolized her. I knew that my story would be memorable to her, and that she would tell her other friends, “I met this one guy, Steve, and his story was just so touching.” She’d surely want to be my friend.
My fantasy was interrupted by Francisco whispering in my right ear. “Doesn’t she look incredible?” As he spoke his lips danced on the top of my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck rose stiffly, wanting more. “Be good,” I kept telling myself.
Forty-five minutes and two encores later, the show ended. I must say it was a great evening of cabaret. As the lights came up, people began to rise from their tables. I had decided to be good, even as tipsy as I was.
“Well,” I said, putting my hands on the table, “thanks so much for the company. This was a fun little night.” I began to rise.
Francisco put his hand on top of mine and stopped me. “But we still have some wine left? I can’t drink it alone.”
Amidst all the internationally institutionalized homophobia and violence, it pays to remember where we’ve been, where we’re going, and what it will take to get there. Gus Van Sant’s new film, Milk, is about gay political icon Harvey Milk. It’ll be in theaters in November, but until then, here’s the movie trailer to get you excited. Milk appears to be a bit of a return to the mainstream for Van Sant after the Good Will Hunting director’s self-imposed exile in indieland since around 2002. Milk seems ambitious and more social than Van Sant’s recent offerings and is already looking like a contender for awards season. Anyone expecting a low-key character study of America’s first openly gay politician looks likely to be disappointed, because if this first trailer is anything to go by, Gus Van Sant’s Milk is going to be a big movie tackling big subjects. Plus, it’s also got a pretty big cast. Sean Penn stars as Harvey Milk himself, with James Franco playing his life partner, Scott Smith, and the ubiquitous Josh Brolin as his eventual killer, Dan White. Learn more about Harvey Milk.
Have you seen the film MYSTERIOUS SKIN? Watching hot young actor Joseph Gordon-Levitt whoring himself out to men was reason enough to get me to the cinema. But the film also happens to be one of the most emotionally moving, thought-provoking, edgy and stylistically beautiful queer movies of this century. The film was based on Scott Heim’s first novel. This year Heim released a new novel called WE DISAPPEAR and it’s every bit as startling and diabolically sexy as his first book.
In WE DISAPPEAR, narrator Scott is a frequent drug-user who is uncertain with the direction of his life. He returns to his native Kansas to care for his mother Donna who is suffering from a terminal illness. While reading the book, you’ll no doubt be feverishly wondering what’s based on the author’s real life given that there are many obvious parallels. However, Heim saves you having to conduct a series of Google searches because there’s an interview with the author at the back of the book which will answer many of the “What’s real? What’s fiction?” questions.
Rather than taking it easy and emotionally reconnecting with her son, Donna becomes obsessed with researching missing children — not seeking to recover them, but to understand the mechanism of their disappearances. She frantically tries to connect this with her belief that she herself was kidnapped as a child. She even goes so far as to develop a dangerously close rapport with a young man who wants to disappear. The abducted becomes the abductor. That’s when Scott discovers the near-naked boy chained in the basement. And that’s when the story and the narrator’s psyche takes on the feeling of a runaway train.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a modern retelling of an ancient Greek myth! Renowned international photographer, Francois Rousseau has re-imagined the Greek myth in a modern dystopia in a shoot for Out. If you recall the myth, Icarus and his renowned craftsman dad, Daedalus, were imprisoned in the very labyrinth Daedalus built. Apparently, daddy had pissed off King Minos by giving the king’s daughter a ball of string so her dumb boyfriend, Theseus, could find his way back through the maze after killing the minotaur (a badass half-bull half-man creature).
Anyway, Daedalus decides to fly the coop by building he and his son a pair of wax and feather wings. But he warned sonny boy “Fly too high and you’ll get burned.” Being the adventurous little scamp he is, Icarus flew too close to the sun and melted his wings. He flapped and flapped his bare arms like Wily Coyote in a Warner Brother’s cartoon and fell through the sky headfirst into the Icarian Sea where he died. Wow. Great story. Happy ending.
What does this have to do with the hot men in the photos above? Well, in this imaginative, modern-retelling of the myth (how very modernist), Icarus stands outside the physical confines of the labyrinth, the barely clad Icarus and lost among a distressed alienated brood who fit him with wings and lead him to the cliff’s edge— is Icarus their only hope for escape or is he a sacrificial outsider?
Everyone seems somber and worried. Icarus himself seems resigned to his fate. He flies and fails, as expected. But after his radiant wings melt onto his body, the men surround him in a sort of pieta. They all avert their eyes, too guilty to behold the beautiful, ruined boy or one another. Only one man on the right, fires a defiantly accusatory gaze directly at another.
The imagery stays archetypal but the modern twist raises interesting questions: Why all the well-dressed alienation? Why the nearly nude Icarus? Are his melted gold wings a comment on pop idolatry or materialism? Is Icarus a symbol of good-intentions gone wrong? No matter the answer, the photos above are beautiful and the men hot.
But it brings to mind other re-imaginings of the Icarus myth, namely Flemish painter Pieter Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus and the poem it inspired from the gay writer W.H. Auden entitled, Musee des Beaux Arts. You can see the painting, the poem, and a very short behind-the-scenes look at the shoot all after the jump…
Think you know Jack? Well, Jack’s gay and it seems like coming out’s not all fun and fabulousness for the young fella. The Kent Youth Service for the LGBT community made this three minute comedy, By The Way, I’m Gay. It won Best Film in the first Kino Kids Film Festival in Kent.
LGBT filmmaker and festival organizer, Jan Dunne said, “What’s great about By The Way I’m Gay was not only that it was made by young people themselves but also that it was made with a light-hearted tone. We’ve been shocked that although the film was made for school’s debate, it has hardly been booked by any schools because apparently it’s too controversial, but all we saw was a comedy made by young people about being gay, it’s quite bizarre that anyone would consider it controversial.”
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Take Your Man is from Johnny’s latest album, White Hote. It’s good, raunchy fun. According toJohnny Dangerous’s website, the Minneapolis-born, Chicago-based rapper “could give two fucks what you think about him or his music.” The techno in his songs features stripped-down basic drum machine grooves topped off with some old-fashioned moog-like analog synth drones. But the real pleasure comes from his bitchy foul-mouthed flows that are confrontational, comically crass, unapologetically outspoken, and empowering all at the same time. Voted “Favorite Queer Rapper” in the NewNowNext Best of 2007 poll, Johnny has performed throughout North America and the UK and was nominated for two OutMusic awards including Outstanding Male debut and Outstanding Male Recording. He prefers to think of himself not as a hip-hop artist, but as an entertainer who happens to rap. Looking at his videos, one can see how he integrates his badboy, rap star persona and with a performance that’s both cheeky and campy, yet still human.
Dirty is the New Black is less raunchy and more serious than Take Your Man but is still undeniably sexy and honest. Dangerous’ music is too triple-X for commercial airplay and some may find his shtick hateful, misogynist, or over-compensatory, but his music has an important place in gay entertainment. Hip-hop hasn’t always been the gay-friendliest of places and while Dangerous’ songs don’t always take themselves too seriously, they do go after issues like life in the closet, censorship, gay media, and the Iraq invasion. A closer look at his lyrics from his track, Dirty is the New Black, reveal a more intelligent gay agenda than just “suckin’ dicks and turnin’ tricks”:
“Have you ever been told
What you can’t do
Because of all the shit
People hang on you?
Afraid to let it out
And let you be you
Seems a bit too much
So you repress that too
I’m here to let you know
That you ain’t alone
We like the same type of things
Others won’t condone …”
For more videos, check out Johnny’s YouTube page.
It takes balls to come out of the closet. Balls can be helpful, anyway, especially when you’re just getting started.
This 3-minute film, The Closet (directed by Stewart Handler and written by Richard Bloom) is heartbreaking and inspiring. Yeah, the metaphors are obvious and the dialogue simple, but the images are rich and the silence unsettling. We hope you like it.
Steve Prince is a jet setter with music on his mind. Too bad for him, that’s not all. Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
By Steve Prince
I didn’t want to roll over. I didn’t want to see it… taunting me. I sighed, finally deciding to turn over and look.
There it was… 2:37am. Dammit.
I’d been laying in bed for two hours now but just couldn’t fall asleep, and of course I had to get up early the next morning. I didn’t want to keep looking at the clock, but I had to. Unfortunately, it was getting later and later.
Finally, I decided to call it a loss. I turned on my bedside lamp and threw back my covers. I walked to my desk and grabbed my MacBook. I figured I’d bore myself on the Internet until I lulled myself to sleep. Okay, let’s be honest—I was gonna look at porn and beat off.
I opened my computer, greeted by the familiar glow of my desktop. Much like a mood ring, my computer desktop usually embodies my current loves or obsessions. Sometimes it’s Justin Timberlake, or sometimes it’s a picture of me with my friends, or sometimes it’s something that makes me laugh. I usually change it once every month or so… except for my Christian Bale phase. That was when I first moved to Los Angeles, way before Batman Begins. I happened to meet him while working at a makeup counter; I sold his wife bronzer. I remember talking to him and thinking, “On my computer desktop right now, I have a picture of you from American Psycho where you’re in the shower, naked!” I left that picture up for about a year. Hey, come on… it’s Christian Bale.
I looked at my clock (glowing 2:45), then back at my screen saver—Wonder Woman. Y’all already know that I love Wonder Woman. She’s an Amazon princess cum super-heroine, and the fact that my last name is Prince is even more serendipitous. But not only do I love Wonder Woman, I specifically love Lynda Carter. I remember every Saturday afternoon at 6pm re-runs would air. Often, I’d be outside playing in the later afternoon, but when 5:59 hit, I’d haul ass into the house, jump in the air, and land on the couch—just in time to sing the theme song.
I moved my computer cursor to my Internet icon and paused. Hmm… I wondered what Lynda Carter was up to these days. I decided to Google her.
The first site that came up said Lynda Carter had a cabaret show. What? I knew Lynda Carter could sing, but I thought she hadn’t in years (for those of you who own her album Patience, I love you). I clicked on the site and as it came up, I gasped so loud that I worried I’d wake my roommate. I blinked in the dark, focusing to see if I was dreaming.
Lynda Carter was doing a cabaret show in San Francisco next week. Shit the bed.
Sometimes things happen in life and you just act without thinking. Jumping in front of car to save a wandering child’s life, donating money to starving children in Africa, doing the jock’s homework just so you can suck him off in the high school locker room—these are all reasonable acts of instinct. However, I’m so gay that in four minutes flat, I’d bought my Lynda Carter cabaret ticket, booked a hotel room, and bought a flight without even realizing that I’d have to work that day. All I can say is thank God my boss is Jay Day, because she understands such matters. A week later, I was busily trying to get my work finished so I could get my ass to LAX and catch my 45-minute flight to San Francisco.
The plan was this:
My flight got into Oakland at 6pm, and then I’d take the train to San Francisco. From there I’d take a cab to my hotel, which happened to be the same place where Lynda Carter was performing at 8pm. Perfect.
Or not. I think my favorite part of the trip was sitting on the runway at LAX for 45 minutes because the plane had too much luggage. What kind of a fuckin’ excuse is that? Too much luggage? Come on Southwest, be prepared! Ugh. By the time we touched down in Oakland it was 7pm. I had an hour to get to the theatre. I ran through the airport like Catherine O’Hara in that scene from Home Alone. I had to get to my Lynda on time—I didn’t want to be late. I ran past a McDonalds and my stomached lurched. I was starving. Work was so busy that I didn’t have time to eat. I made a mental note to stop and eat at the hotel.
