You want Fame? Well, Fame costs. And right here is where you're gonna have to start paying for it... WITH SWEAT!

Above, a Dell'Arte School of Physical Theater class. Can you picture a 47-year-old, slightly out-of-shape Gay Guy trying to do this stuff???

La Danse Update: There were some snafus with the rehearsal space Chr. had lined up for La Danse, so we haven't had our first rehearsal yet. We did hang out yesterday afternoon and look at videos of his past work, and some videos of my past work in Bad Theatre.

As for Chr., the boy can choreograph, which is a relief, as I must be extremely careful who I perform with in my post-New York City Ballet career! Just because I'm not dancing Aurora or Giselle anymore, doesn't mean I need to get sloppy!

Meanwhile, on the training front, I'm still considering The Dell'Arte School, the one-year Professional Training Program. If it were in town, I'd maybe just go for it, but I still can't wrap my brain around the idea of plunking myself down in some tiny town in the middle of nowhere to learn how to be a clown...

Chr. suggested that I spend the whole year in the Training Program as Madame Glinka, but I'm afraid that I'd swallow way too much lip-glitter if I did that.

Also, I am sure that Clown Classes would interfere with my RE:ality TV watching. !!!!! (I'm working on a new poem about Moana.)

Hey, btw, sorry I haven't been blog-jogging much. I've been on an Internet Diet.