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24.154.80.x | posted: 7/30/2004 at 12:58:15 PM ET
The one someone told about sitting next to her during the show? Very amusing. It seems mentions of chance encounters -- a lot of very cute ones -- with Bernadette used to be a lot more frequent, especially on Melinda's message board.
|  Rose
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| posted: 7/30/2004 at 1:02:55 PM ET
Didn't the person on Sondheim.com say that she was with Michael? I love the Bernadette encounter stories. What is the link to the site you were talking about?
"Oh no, you won't. No, not a chance. No arguements, shut up and dance."
|  moljul
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| posted: 7/30/2004 at 1:17:33 PM ET
The person telling the story thought she was with Michael but Passion opened in 1990 which would have been too early for Michael which is why someone figured out it was probably David Bouley. I can't seem the find the story but I copied it into an e-mail for a friend so here it is (no editing done):
I arrived to find the usual pre-show crowd inching their way into the lobby. I stepped up to the rim of the crowd and began looking for a way to worm my way forward, inside ... this was to be my first "virgin" Sondheim viewing and I was dying to get inside and begin soaking up the experience - and there *was* a little path I could take, except there was this blond chick standing in front of me, blocking my way. You're way ahead of me, here, but play along ...
She was much shorter than I (I'm 6'4"), and she was all HAIR - like all this fucking hair - and she was obviously waiting for a date or a friend, because she kept looking up and down the sidewalk, searching for someone. Except that each time she flicked her head to do so, this freaking HAIR would slap me in the chest and neck and face. And it kinda stung, a tiny little bit. She was also doing this little, nervous dance-in-place thing, obviously in anticipation of her date's arrival ... she reminded me of an annoying high school cheerleader girl waiting for her boyfriend, or something ... and I was really just wishing she'd step one foot to either side, so that I could slide past her & into the lobby.
So anyway, the date arrives, and he's drop-dead beautiful, and this chick does a little "happy dance" and they kiss and are talking and she hands him their tickets, and we finally begin to move into the Plymouth. We both made our way to the same entry door into the house, and it worked out that we were both greeted by a different usher - who directed us toward the same aisle, following the back-wall curve of the house. It was then we fell into step and I glanced over & realized that the annoying "cheerleader" chick was, indeed Bernadette Peters. She looked at me and just said "HI!" and I started laughing, thinking about the hair and how annoyed I'd been. She said "What ... ?" and I said "oh, nothing" or something like that. I asked if this was her first time seeing the show, she indicated she'd seen it once before and when I inquired, she started in with something like "Oh god, you're not going to believe it ... blah blah blah." By then, we were both heading down the aisle (her date trailing behind) and I had to kinda bend down a tiny bit to hear her, and I gently grasped her elbow (an unconscience thing I do) ... I think she was telling me about "I wish I could forget you" but it's a bit of a blur, because there was a kind of buzz happening around - I become extraordinarily aware of the people already seated and the conversations that were rising as we walked down the aisle... I became very aware of myself (our seats were way down in front, we had to walk all the way to the pit, almost) and I was very aware that people were paying attention - it was a very very strange feeling, especially as I was just some guy, you know? Must be what it's like to be famous, that "buzz."
Anyway, we all ended up being in the same row, and it was first her date, then her, then me. For a tiny bit, I was *very* aware that I was sitting next to her - and of course I wanted to totally bug her with questions about Sunday and ITW and whatever, but naturally I didn't. I buried my head into my Playbill and shortly thereafter the show started. She grasped my arm at one point, then said "oh sorry!" and during one of the Fosca songs she had tears streaming and sniffles (can't remember which song, though). When the house lights came up she was red-eyed, you could tell she'd been crying a bit. We had a very brief exchange as we were standing there, waiting for our aisle to clear out, but I remember nothing specific about that. She got caught up with autograph people as soon as we hit the aisle but I just marched on, toward the lobby.
... and that's what you call milking a story, no? It was kinda neat, though. Oh yeah, the very cute date is, I think, her husband now, and she was wearing a kind of "little black dress" and it was just tits for days .
Continuation of the story in a second post by the same guy:
It's not that great of a story, but I have to add to it, now. I haven't thought of that in ages and ages, but I found myself thinking back on it once I'd hit bed last night and a bunch more came back to me:
My self-awareness, walking down the aisle, was because I suddenly realized all those people thought I was with her! I really was just leaning in to listen, but I probably looked like her date or something (which I find amusing now, but terribly embarrassing as it happened ... those people were literally nudging and turning around to look).
All that way, as I was becoming distracted, she was waxing over and explaining Donna Murphy and the performance (she mentioned "bed" which is why I thought of "I wish ..."). The other thing she said, and I remember this so clearly now, is "watch her hands!" or "keep an eye on her hands!" That proved to be amazingly astute, as Donna Murphy uses (or, at least, used) her hands in amazing ways ... during "I read" she strokes the dining chair next to her in an nervous & very interesting way ... she has these incredibly long, bony fingers ... and it's on the video, too, though that was taped months and months later ... at other times they would clench up into frustrated fists or the fingers would part and they'd become claws, almost. If you've never ever noticed this, then watch the video again and you will, I promise! The way Bernadette offered that suggestion, though, was almost like she'd made a personal discovery she wanted to share with someone, or something like that. She seemed fairly impressed, at any rate.
The other (really cute) thing I have to share, if only to record it somewhere before I forget it again, happened when we took our seats. The house was almost completely full by that point, and there were only three empty seats remaining in the middle of our row, and in that entire section of the orchestra, in fact. It became fairly obvious we were all headed for the same spot. As I mentioned, her companion went first, followed by her, followed by me. When we sat down, I said "well! hi again!" or something stupid like that, and she giggled a little and said "Hello ..." I was wondering last night why that stuck with me, but this morning I put it together, it was the same kinda giggle/"hello" she did in Sunday, in that Act One "pronouns" scene, when she encounters Georges again. Exactly the same.
There were also a number of gay guys behind our seats who were talking and gushing about her amongst themselves, but their voices could be plainly heard. I felt very embarrassed or something over that, like I wanted to turn around and say to them "she can hear you, you know!" I think it must be very, very odd to be an icon or an "public object," you know?
Again, dumb stuff & dumb story, but it was interesting.
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Moljul, Passion opened in May 1994. But I don't know who the man might have been. I think PTM linked to that thread a couple of months ago.
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i've read that before. that's really cute.
"It was like being high when you reach those high notes."
~Bernadette Peters
| moljul
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| posted: 7/30/2004 at 2:54:59 PM ET
Oh, why did I think it opened in 1990 or 91. Anyway, probably still not Michael but whomever she was dating that kept her from going out with Michael the first time he asked her out(which by my calculation would have been in about 1993)
Maybe I read the story here first and then went to Sondheim.com and read more there. Okay, so I've closed the loop. 
|  BleuTwinks
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Duh!! That totally went over my head when typing it yesterday. Thanks for clearing it up Jean. In case anyone is still interested here's Mary's version of the beginning of the story:
"Sometimes fame can be embarassing. It was about 11pm on a Saturday evening. Robert and I were to leave at 7 in the morning for a vacation on St. Bart's in the Caribbean. Bernadette was with us enjoying the final course at Bouley Restaurant, when I realized the increasingly burning sensation I felt was, in fact, a return of the dreaded cystitis, a bladder infection I had experienced before. If not treated immediately with an antibiotic, and just as important, an anesthetic in pill form, it can become extremely painful and difficult to treat. On the way home from the restaurant I asked Robert for the two prescriptions. He gave them to me, albeit reluctantly. (It's the ethical issue. I think he visualizes a banner headline: Doc kills kin-hidden allergy cause) In the interest of time, while Robert stayed home and packed, I was going to take the limo and fetch the medications at the pharmacy."
That is a great story about the Bernadette encounter at Passion. Thanks for posting it again. 
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| posted: 7/31/2004 at 7:47:10 AM ET
Thanks for posting. Which year did she and Michael meet?
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| moljul
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| posted: 7/31/2004 at 12:52:33 PM ET
Well going backwards from stories Bernadette has told - they started dating in June of 1995 but had met approximately 2 and half years earlier. That's when the whole sewing his button on his jacket story happened and he asked her out but she turned him down because she was dating someone else. So one would have to assume they met late 1992- early 1993. And going off of the information from MTM's story, she said (or screamed) to the woman in the pharmacy that she was 56. MTM was born in December of 1936 so it was more than likely the year 1993 as she would be 56 for most of that year. And as Karen correctly stated Passion opened in 1994, so I think we can safely say David Bouley is the guy that stood in the way of Michael's pursuits. LOL
Gee I feel like I little detective who just solved her first case. 
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| posted: 7/31/2004 at 1:02:17 PM ET
Was Mary really 53 or 56? Her story kind of confused me. Was she lying about her age or did she really make a mistake when she said 56?
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| moljul
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| posted: 7/31/2004 at 1:05:27 PM ET
No the joke was that she was lying when she said 53 but when the woman pressured her she blurted out the truth which was 56.
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Moljul, very impressive ratiocination ( as Edgar Allan Poe would have said).
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Good job Moljul! I forgot to add in Mary's age to determine the year, which was a good point! David Bouley is seriously hot.
| moljul
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| posted: 7/31/2004 at 10:50:21 PM ET
Yes, I believe he was in one of those 50 Most Beautiful People polls in People Magazine when they do "ordinary people". I think he was in the magazine in the late 80s or early 90s. One of these days I'll have to look it up but I know he is quite attractive which would make sense that the guy telling the Passion story said he was Drop-Dead Beautiful.
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