"it sucks to be me"

says the shirt i'm wearing.
the same shirt i've been wearing during the eight times i've been an usher for avenue q's final run.

and boy does that show have a lot to say about many things.
an aww-ful show that surprisingly attracts an aww-ful crowd too.

i don't think i can count the number of times i've been told "aww, you don't suck..."
and it's the good kind of aww,
the sincere kind.

the one that makes you want to give the awwer a better seat.
the one that makes you forget bad audience members who whine a lot about their seat or who use their mobile phones too much or who give a running commentary of the show.

i failed to see the previous runs so i can't give comparisons.
all i can say is that i really enjoyed, even during the eighth and last time a few minutes ago.


and what i noticed was that the best part about getting to see a show over and over is that you can turn your attention to the audience every now and then and wait for their reaction (instead of yours or the actors') and then you get a different tingle inside you.

the good kind. not the i-should-have-peed kind.
and then you get to say your own little awws


and suddenly life isn't so bad.
save for typhoon frank. boo. shoo.