Wow – I am way, WAY behind on the blogging. I mean, I’ve had three baby showers – THREE! – and haven’t said a peep about it. I don’t know what it is about babies, but it makes people want to give you stuff. I’m not sure I fully understand it, but I certainly do love it.
But more on that later. Instead, can we discuss last week’s Glee for just one minute? OH. MY. G-D. We hoped. We speculated. We dreamed. We weren’t even close to how good it would be.
Last week’s episode of Glee, in my humble opinion, was the best of this second-part-of-the-first season or second season or whatever it it. The storylines were great. The dream theme was great. And then it happened.
Okay, so I’ve had high hopes for Idina Menzel’s addition to the cast. I desperately wanted her to be Lea Michele’s birth mother or aunt or something, primarily so we could ensure that they would sign together. I was slightly heartbroken when, in her first appearance on the show, she made out with Shu instead being Rachel’s mom and, you know, singing. Not sure why she couldn’t have made out with Shu AND been Rachel’s mom AND sang, but whatever. Fine. So I did I what I do – I tried to make lemonade out of those lemons. I instead thought, well maybe Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth would be rivals for Shu’s love and maybe, just maybe they would sing The Boy Is Mine by Brandy and Monica.
Okay, partial win here. I got The Boy Is Mine but not from Menzel and Chenoweth. It was still great, but not the duet I was wishing for.
FINALLY, Menzel was back this week and in what could only be explained as what would happen if you rolled together your birthday and Christmas and everything else good in the world, it happened.
Okay, STOP READING IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN LAST WEEK’S GLEE. Now, go immediately to Hulu and watch the episode. No really, I’ll wait.
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You watched it? You sure?
Okay, so now you know. Dreams do come true! And yes, that pun was intended.
Holy Lord, Jesus, G-d, all that is holy – it happened! Menzel, whose name on the show continues to escape me, is Lea Michele’s mother. Oh. My. Goodness. And then, Menzel is going to sing. YES! Then it hits me – she is going to sing I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miserables. WHAT?! At that moment, I took my pillow and put it over my head. My eyes might have started to well. But I’m 36 weeks pregnant, so it’s not that surprising, really. I told HC, very seriously, “If Lea Michele walks out on stage, I am going to pass out.” THEN… THEN… Lea Michele appears and it’s a duet. A DUET?! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Well, the tears definitely came then.
You have to understand, this is like porn to me. This song being sung by just one of these women would be noteworthy. But a duet?! Ay carumba! And, I have to say, the performance was off the fucking hook. They ripped the song up.
Since last Tuesday night, I have listened to the performance a good 100 or so times. One of the good things about being up in the middle of the night because your whole body hurts is that you can indulge in your obsessions. I took advantage of HC being sound asleep and listened to the song over and over and over and over again. Then I listened to it a good 20 or so times with GT. Now I’m home alone again and – that’s right – listening to the song as I type.
This is now my favorite Glee performance. And, more shocking even to me, it’s my favorite version of the song. Don’t get me wrong, I still love hearing Patti LuPone sing this song, and Aretha Franklin’s version is crazy good. But this performance is beyond. BEYOND!
Okay, gotta go. Need to listen again before HC gets home and ruins everything.
