Sunday, May 19, 2013

Meeting Miss M

There is really no way for me to do justice to the events that took place today. And since we are in these late hours in which my brain slash writing capacity are not at their fullest, I will leave the bulk of this momentous occasion to be recorded tomorrow. Having said that, it is not possible for me to venture into slumber without Bunnyloguing one of the most truly momentous life occasions to date.

The incomparably Divine Miss M (or to those unfortunate souls who do not know her by colloquial nick name, Bette Midler), is doing a stint on Broadway after nearly 40 years of theater absence. She embodies the late William Morris agent, Sue Mengers, in a nearly 90 minute one-woman show "I'll Eat You Last" with ease, charm and absolute fucking hilarity. I am fortunate to have a mother who, besides being amazing, understands and shares my love for the Divine. There is no other soul who could have taken on the role of the outrageously brash Mengers with such naturalness; Miss M literally was Miss Mengers.

As absolutely fabulous as the show was, it was needless to say, the apres-show that took the cake of the day. Excuse me, of life. Nearly 60 minutes of waiting outside the Booth theater stage door at last materialized into veritably one of the most amazing moments when Miss M exited the theater.

I have spent the better part of twenty years adoring, admiring and loving Bette Midler. At eleven years old, C.C. Bloom appeared on the screen of my television and that was it. I was forever changed. I spent years devouring every moment of her every movie, CD, book, obsessively attending every concert tour multiple times. And then, today, there she just was. All 5 feet 2 inches of her standing right there in front of me. I don't totally remember the words I uttered to her... likely due to my total overwhelmed state of being.

As promised, I will delve into "I'll Eat You Last" in a formal review tomorrow but for now, I will leave it at this. Meeting Miss Midler was unparalleled, surreal and life-changing. I truly would be nothing without you. (As I've mentioned before, I flatly refuse to write the words Wind Beneath My Wings anywhere but within the isolated confines of parentheses. But surely you get the gist). So thank you for that and for absolutely everything.

All my love.

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