Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and an occasional drama club production of Jesus Christ Superstar.
Ok, and the movie version of Cats, which I hated. Talk about maudlin tripe!
So I'm the last person who should be meeting Andrew Lloyd Webber, let alone having tacos with him at 2:00 am. But that's what happened in the fall of 1999, when I was living in New York.
1. As you know, my friend Yuri, the Russian meteorology major, could get any guy he wanted: young, old, black, white, gay, straight. In the fall of 1998, I let him lose on my stuffy, elitist boyfriend Blake in order to make the "Roommate Switch." They only dated once, to the opera, but Blake continued to have a thing for Yuri.
The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.