“Clearly we were meant to be born gay men.” – Nicole

Showtunes Tuesday at dbar kicked off with “All That Jazz,” the song that had been stuck in my head for most of the afternoon. I squealed and took a sip of my pomegranate cosmo. There was a similar response from the tables of men on either side of our table. By night’s end, I was laughing as I lip-synched the hell out of “And I’m Telling You” (Jennifer Holliday’s version, natch) and realized that the amazing fellow two tables down was out-divaing Holliday herself.

The Boston Babydolls’ performances were impressive – there’s something empowering about seeing women exude such a sense of self-confidence. It’s tough not to be inspired by it. Would I do that? No, but it would be nice to know that I could if I wanted to. The class became more tempting as the night went on.

Now, for the other snippets:

- I don’t know how exactly it happened. I was resisting, trying to be sure that it didn’t cross my path, doing a good job of steering clear of all the hoopla and pop culture obsession. But then there was that one moment during which I let my guard down. I didn’t even realize it had happened until it was too late…

…and I was 411 pages into the first book in the Twilight series. I finished the first book within 24 hours and stopped at the bookstore yesterday to buy the second. How did it get me? I tried so hard to not give in! Damn my former Anne Rice-loving self!

For those rolling their eyes, I say that it makes for easy, engrossing reading. And that I’d just read a series of Irving and Roth books, and Middlesex, prior to picking this up. Don’t judge me.

- I’ve always been clumsy, but recent months have pushed things to a new level. Just as one bruise fades, another comes along. Most recently? My left arm, near the crook of my elbow (running into the handle of the screen door to my apartment), and my right leg, just below the knee (running into the corner of my bedframe yesterday morning). People are going to start wondering what it is that I’m doing to myself, I swear.

- Now that I have a DVR again, I’m realizing just how much I missed Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. I don’t know how I’d have gotten through this upcoming election cycle without them.