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Well, my show's almost over (tomorrow is closing night) and it went well (Borachio's a fun little villian to play.) We got a write-up in the Times today, basically just talking a little bit bout the show, but my name was mentioned. Whoo-Hoo! I'm in the NY Times! They didn't review it, but I know they wanted to. In fact, I'm pretty sure I know what they would have said too:

Scheme and deceiving is the theme for "MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING," the Bard's famous comedy now playing at "The Manhattan Rep Theatre." It centers around two couples, but once Mateo Moreno, as the scheming servant Borachio, takes the stage, one forgets about all else in the show and just gasps at the amazement that is Mateo.

Sure, Borachio's only a supporting character, but without his treacherous ways the plot would not exist. And without this inspired actor, my life probably shouldn't exist. Yes, he is THAT good, reminding me of Spencer Tracey, Robert De Niro, and Daniel Day Lewis all in one. He exudes the sexiness of Alan Cumming, and the wit of early Steve Martin. He breaks your heart, wounds your soul, and takes you by the hand into a wonderful place called "Mateo." A place where you wish you could live all day, with occasional bathroom breaks. He...is...DELIGHTFUL.

Immediately after the curtain call, I ran to the hall to catch a glimpse of him leaving, hoping for a word or two, and as he shoved me to the side in disgust, my love for him grew all the more. Yes, he is a national treasure, and one that should be split into pieces, put into bottles, and carried around with everyone in the known universe. Oh, Mateo...you didn't kiss me that night, or even acknowledge that I existed, but I loved you all the more. You...have...wooed me sir. You...have.......wooed me. Grazie.

You know, it probably would have gone like that. More or less. Hmmm....



SONG OF THE MOMENT: BLOC PARTY: THIS MODERN LOVE

It's totally cheesy, but I'm in a cheesy sort o' mood...