I woke up about an hour ago, in my empty apartment, mostly fine with that--I'm heading out soon to housesit at the most beautiful apartment I've ever seen in Manhattan, and figured I'd check out the Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. It's sort of a self-inflicted tradition; I'm always curious to see which Broadway shows are represented and how.
But this may be the first year that I noticed just how badly everyone lip-synchs.
It's a little bit like learning Santa doesn't exist.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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