Boom Crash... no sooner did I hit send, then power and internet blinked out as a powerful storm cell swept through... all's well and the outage was really brief.
hotel room windows always draw me...
Boom Crash... no sooner did I hit send, then power and internet blinked out as a powerful storm cell swept through... all's well and the outage was really brief.
hotel room windows always draw me...
I could just press you up against that glass and work over your shapely ass...mmmmmm....
We had a FUCKING HUGE clap of thunder about midnight ... Shook the house
hmmm no sooner than when I saw your ass standing in the HOTEL window...BOOM, SMASH, my pants hit the floor and my hardon sprang free....
Hiya sexy.
What an incredibly sexy pic.. thank you
I love the rear view window
Window dressing?
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You always have such awesome pics!!!!
laughing, Alex... thanks, I needed that!
I only have two words for this one..
Good girl....
smiling... wagging...
I was so glad they didn't differ in production: set, lighting, sound, movement choreography. I was able to see better in NYC, being higher in the theater. In London, my same-day tickets landed me in the front row where the stage was over my head, and I was looking up, over the tops of my glasses. Thus, in London, I saw actors from the knees up, and couldn't see the floor of the stage which I suspected was every bit as important to the lighting design as the other surfaces, and so it turned out to be. In London, I was crying from midway in the second act all the way home on public transit -- just So Moved. I think the Times reviewer captured the distinction: the London lead expressed more vulnerability in his performance. It was truly a staggering theater experience in both places. Performances were masterful in both productions. The sensory experience was more fully appreciated by me in NYC, but even not fully seen, more moving to me the first time around, perhaps because it was the first time around. [although I have been known to sob through five days worth of consecutive performances of a high school production of The Laramie Project, so I can't say that repetition dims emotion for me]
Bottom Line: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is stunning theater. SEE IT!
Wow!!!! Great position.
thanks! and there's a skyline out there through the dirty window
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Busy, busy real life at the moment. I will get caught up on correspondence eventually, but it may be awhile. Forgive me, please.
Busy, busy real life at the moment. I will get caught up on correspondence eventually, but it may be awhile. Forgive me, please.
Mara you light up the room
oh yes, a total softy, AKA sap. And an equal-opportunity-emotional-responder... to fiction, biography, poetry, as well as theater. I avoid big cities as much as possible, so trips to NYC are rare. ATL has a number of strong theater companies, plus there are several venues that host traveling shows. I also find something very special in the energy of high school productions. The private school my sons attended has an excellent theater program, and a nearby public school is the county arts magnet. The latter staged Ovid's Metamorphoses with an actual pool onstage and underwater exits and entrances -- it was enchanting. And all accomplished by high school students!
a Perfect Plan!!!
This is why I spend my hotel trips (naked in the room) looking out my window into others....hoping to se a view like this.
such avid attention is sure to be rewarded sooner or later! fingers crossed...
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of course the breasts had to have window time...
see the Hudson out there?
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