Can’t Spell El Dorado without RAD!!!
Oh. Em. Gee. Guys. Dolls. Guys and Dolls. Cats. Tommy. Other musicals. It is indeed true that you can’t spell El Dorado without rad. If you tried, it would be El Doo, which is actually HILARIOUS. We’ll get to more of that later. You might be asking who I am. Oh, you’re not? Then fine, go ahead and read a totally disembodied post from a real nobody, that’s your prerogative, as Bobby Brown might say. You know what wasn’t Bobby’s prerogative? keeping Whitney Houston alive. ZING!!! Oh, too soon? Lighten up, reader. I will be performing at this show, which is why I’m just babbling around trying to post about it even though I’m not a mod (short for moderator in internetspeak) for this tumblr. I’ve actually never been to El Dorado before, but if my Spanish skills serve me well, I do know that El Dorado means City of Gold, not to be confused with City of God, the Brazilian movie about poor kids who fuck and murder each other. So I’m guessing this bar is somewhere in between child murder and being erected out of gold. Incidentally, El Dorado also happens to be my favorite Disney movie. For that reason alone, you should come and watch me talk about kids movies, movies like the movie Kids, which is a laugh riot in a devastatingly sad kind of way. Kisses!
(Ladies and Gentlemen…Chris Curtis…)