The Storm Before the Storm.

I arrived at the Met last night shortly before curtain but that still gave me enough time to check in with my row. Since last year it has dwindled to three lonely boys who are lucky enough to spread out their things over six sprawling spaces. They presented their typically serious attitudes for the camera.

(Jared prepares for Benvolio but stops long enough to gaze into the lens.)

(Blaine rocks the newest trend for boys in the city: Tights with boots and a crop top sweatshirt. Sexy.)

(Daniel cuts right to the chase. Who's there to see Ferri? This is the main attraction.)

(More insanity than I've seen in a long time. Montana certainly didn't have anything rivaling this amount of energy.)

(And Montana certainly didn't have the sexiness that is Kristi Boone in her whore, I mean Harlot, getup.)

Comments

[Delirium Tremens]

it was such a wonderful night!!!

So sad though. I've been seeing her ever since she joined the company!

Jared aquitted himself wonderfully--it seemed like his being Benvolio was unusually last minute as there weren't even inserts!