Martha and I met again, our one year anniversary after we were theatrically wed. I would like to say that it went well, but I'm afraid I would be telling a tale. It turns out we are on the outs again. I was twitting her all night, and tried to reach her backstage. Her dresser and bodyguard, Max, would not let me see her. The only reason I showed up at the benefit was because she didn't show up for the movie night I had planned. I rented "Beaches". I hope to see her at Connie's. Martha, come home.
Photos HERE
Some photos from backstage:
Rumi and the Truth:

The group at ease:

Martha was just shining that night on Pig Island. Her arm hair was glistening in the limelight, and her voice just soared in transcendence among the choir. I tried to catch her eye, to no avail... i'm hurting inside.

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