I am high on you-know-what...

Last night, I went to finally see Hair on Broadway. I saw it this past summer in Central Park (four times!), and I loved it! So naturally, I was a little apprehensive about see it in it's new indoor location at the Al Hirchfield Theater. However, it was just as amazing as it was in the Park! I really feel connected to the feeling of spiritual and physical freedom that the musical evokes.

I've often thought of what I would have been like if I was in my late teens/early 20s during the tumultuous times of late 60s. If I had been in Mississippi (where I grew up), I think I would have turned out relatively the same. However, if I had grown up in NYC. I truly feel like I would be one of those hippies scaring tourists in Central Park. I'd be a drug-using, peace-slinging, oversexed flower child.

Now if I had been that age in the 80s, forget about it. I would have done the same sort of drugs and sex as my 1968-alternate self, but the 80s version of myself would have been a little too extreme. I can just see myself lying limp in a sequined suit, blood dripping out of my nose, and a doomsday STD running through my veins.

So for now, I'd stick to my hippie status in the 60s. I think the only thing that keeps me from being that now is just all of the health-related information we know about drugs and unprotected sex now. I guess back then, ignorance really was bliss...