My sex change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I’ve got is a barbie doll crotch
I’ve got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a, I got an angry inch

We made it through the rain and traffic to Allentown. The theater wasn’t a theater as much as a converted warehouse. WITH NO AIR-CONDITIONING OR VENITLATION. Audra, Lisa, and I stayed outside for as long as we could. At 8:00 we ventured in and took seats back and center. It was a tiny little stage. Suddenly, the lights went off, the band started playing and Hedwig ran in! For two hours, we sat in a veritable sauna watching a faux-concert/self-psychoanalysis session. For what it was, it was great. Tickets were 18.00. It wasn’t Broadway or Off-Broadway, it was Allentown, PA. And it was good! Audra liked it and said she sensed a lot of RHPS in it. I think she was referring to all the glitter. After the play we went to a diner. I ordered a slice of watermelon and a scoop of ice cream. The waitress came out with a huge wedge! I hardly ate half. Audra kept joking with me, prodding me to eat the whole thing. “C’mon Donna, finish it! They’ll take your picture and hang it on the wall. They’ll give you a T-Shirt that says, I ate the Watermelon!”

Thank you, Nathan!