Elaine did an informal Q&A after the show to see if people had notes. The opera star Renee Fleming was there (in a bizarre Texas Mom hair-do) and she suggested Elaine post a sign outside the venue warning "the material in this show may cause you to cry." I appreciated the comment and at the same time couldn't help laughing. Are there really people out there who say things like that without dripping sarcasm? I guess an opera singer is a little more in touch with her emotions that the rest of us.
I practically got into a fight with a group of horrible old people sitting near me. One fellow was bald and in a velvet Neru jacket. The whore of the bunch was wearing a velour peasant dress! I guess Ren fairs happen in the winter as well as the warmer months. When Elaine was explaining her drinking and how it is scary to be onstage alone this blond nutjob exclaims "it is." I told her she needed to stop talking and she mumbled something to me in elvish. But her friends tried to keep her quiet the rest of the show.
But Elaine isn't even the most interesting part of my evening. I made a late-night stop at Duane Reade in Brooklyn to buy shampoo and I encountered the most bizarre product I have ever seen in my goddamned life! LEMISOL!
Eeeek!Lemisol is an ambiguous "personal feminine hygiene" product. The picture I took of the back of the box didn't come out but it says "Lemisol is a refreshing cleansing solution for a woman's intimate hygiene...as well as the rest of the family."
Translation: "HEY! You, Lady, Yes, you. Was your dirty parts REAL GOOD. REAL GOOD. Now wash them again. And the family can use it too. If they want to smell like a vagina."
I imagine Lemisol is like Lysol for your pussy.
I can't wait to use it!!!!!
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