Last night was opening night for La Cage Aux Folles in Minneapolis. Since my regular show date – Ms. Kate – is in Ireland right now, I took Eric with me.
First, the show was delightful. George Hamilton is maybe getting a bit old (Eric pointed out that Jean-Michael was supposedly conceived during a “youthful indiscretion,” and said character is 24 years old. With Mr. Hamilton playing Georges, his 25-years-ago youthful indiscretion would have occurred when he was 47), but he was fun to see. Christopher Sieber as Albin, though. Dang. Dude OWNED that show. Fantastic. It was fun and funny and you should see it if you can.
So then there was the cast party. Eric and I hunkered down with some wine and I confess: waited for Mr. Sieber. We didn’t want to be creepers and interrupt his socializing and his eating, but eventually we managed a quick and hopefully not totally douchey hello, amazing job, quick photo op sort of thing.
After our fangirl moment, we slinked away and found ourselves mingling with a couple of La Cage’s drag queens. We ended up at the Brass Rail with them and Jeigh Madjus, who plays Jacob. He is tiny and wonderful. We socialized a little, but Eric and I mostly stuck to the bar until the hour became too ridiculous. We cabbed it back to St. Paul and I got to bed at about 3 am. Horrific.
My alarm went off at 7 and I wanted to punch myself in the face for staying out so late, but I did have a really good time. Fortunately I’m not dying today. Just quite sleepy.
So! To the cast and crew of La Cage Aux Folles: keep up the good work. Thank you for letting us tag along and I hope we weren’t total assholes.
I’ll post pictures once I get my paws on them.
Here is ah picture, stolen from Eric’s Tumblr.