It’s much cooler out today, and I’m feeling better. I don’t know whether there’s a connection. The temperature definitely threw me off, though; April is too early for 80-degree-plus weather.

My hormones were raging last night. In the evening, Matt and I had dinner at an outdoor table at Zen Palate on 46th and 9th, then saw Sweet Charity, and then took the subway home, and all evening long I kept seeing hot guys in short-sleeve shirts or tanktops. Walking down the street. In the audience. On the subway. Men everywhere. I felt kind of guilty for staring at guy after guy, and I hoped it wasn’t bothering Matt. (I have a much higher libido than he does – he’s told me it’s okay if I mention that.) When I told him, he said he hadn’t even noticed I’d been staring.

At least we both agreed that the men in suits and mascara during “Rich Man’s Frug” (one of the dance numbers from last night’s show) were hot.

Anyway, Christina Applegate was a lot better than either of us had expected. She’s got spunk and character; she’s so damn cute. I cringed almost every time she began to dance, because I was afraid she was going to break her foot again, but she survived. We gave her a standing ovation at the end (along with most of the audience), not because it was a stellar performance but because we felt happy for her, and because she’s a real trooper for going through with it.

As for the rest of the show: I’ve wanted to marry Denis O’Hare ever since I saw Take Me Out. And there are a couple of great, mod 1960s-ish dance numbers, “Rich Man’s Frug” and “The Rhythm of Life.” Before last night, the title “Rich Man’s Frug” irritated the hell out of me, because it seemed like a stupid name for a dance number and I had no idea what a frug was. But it was sexy and fun.

So… another show seen, another Playbill to add to my collection.

And now that the weather’s cooled down again, maybe my hormones can get a respite.