  Still Faggy After All These Years... So I sent out a little change of address email to random people. Decided to send one to Rich Lawyer Guy. Get an email back from him saying he's in LA for some porn convention (he has a client that's a high-profile "model" with a tendency to fall out of windows), but would I like to go see Barbara Cook when he gets back to the City. I pretended to think about it, but he knew my weakness for aging Broadway divas. I mean, what if she sang 16 bars of "Flahooley" and I wasn't there? Now, RLG and I have a weird little history. We were set up by a girl I worked with Off-Broadway. He came to see the show, we went to Orso afterwards and the game was on. While I liked him and we had a lot in common, there was no chemistry for me. But I enjoy being chased. I also enjoy being sent rare Broadway performances on video, going to opening night parties, meeting directors and producers and stars I'd generally not get to hang out with, etc. But at one opening night party, I went to the bar to get us drinks and overheard someone at the other end of the bar saying, "Did you get a load of RLG's new boy-toy?
" I was horrified. Also very pleased. I mean, at the time I was in my mid-late-thirties and I wasn't boy nuthin' but it was sure nice to hear. But it occurred to me that, since I was about 10 years younger than RLG, no one was really taking me all that seriously. So...I became harder to get and then eventually impossible to get and then I moved away. Dinner was actually nice.
We hadn't seen each other in about three years and it was fun to catch up. He's quite smart and plugged-in to all the good Rialto dish, plus he was genuinely interested in hearing about New Orleans and what it was like to be home. Then we strolled over to Lincoln Center for the show. urlLink Barbara Cook . I'm not one of those rabid Barbara Cook fans. But she's held a special place in my heart since urlLink Follies In Concert . She won me over even more. And those songs! Yeah, I'm a total Musical Theatre Fag. I loved listening to all those Rodgers & Hammerstein songs. All the " urlLink She Loves Me " stuff (including "No More Candy" that, frankly, hearing her sing live was worth the whole evening). I did have a bit of a scare when she started into "Glitter And Be Gay," but that resolved itself.
And yeah, she lost her place a couple of times, but still it was, oh hell, it was enchanting . I'm the HomoGay...what's your point? After the show, RLG introduced me to urlLink Lauren "Call me Betty" Bacall , urlLink Julie Harris , and oddly-as-thrilling urlLink Florence Klotz . So I was a little off-balance when RLG asked if I'd like to see his new apartment... 63rd Floor. Three bedrooms, three baths. Views like you can't believe, including, most poignantly, a direct view down of my old building.
Ah, well. As Barbara sang, "This, Nearly, Was Mine. " We had a really terrific visit. And as much as I like him, as similar as is our taste, still no real spark for me. And trust -- if anything was gonna have me scour my soul for spark it was gonna be this li'l piece of real estate. It sucks to be me. But, hopefully, we can be the good friends that we should be. And if not, I had a thrilling night of the music I love most and a nice piece of salmon. Maybe it doesn't suck so much to be me... (It would be nice to get laid sometime this year, tho. ) 
