Tuesday, April 21, 2009
This is from my children's theater days. I believe I was 10 or 11. And yes, that IS the pinkest tunic you've ever seen. White tights? Oh I'm wearing some motherfucking white tights.
Seriously, I don't know how I grew from that into what you see in the background peering around the photo's edge; i.e. the most beard-y paragon of manliness the world has ever known. The mysteries of adulthood, am I right?
Still though, I'd like to think that fruity child is still somewhere inside me, yearning to "put on a show" and dance a box waltz in a musical about princes and princesses. As I remember it, being that kid was kind of a blast. Beats the hell out of fat and drunk, anyway.
Well, not really. Those tights really ride up your crack.