Wow. Long time, no post. Sorry for the truancy, but I’ve been busy coming down from the ridiculous high of, I don’t know, GETTING MARRIED.
More detailed recap to come, but it’s true what they say: The whole thing goes by in a flash. It’s like rehearsing 10 months for your own personal production of [Insert Favorite Broadway Musical Here] and performing it for one night only.
We had so much fun with our fabulous 80s extravaganza that all we wanted to do the next day was do it all over again.
Does that make us nuts or gay? Both?