Hey I’m not complaining. It’s all about getting nominated. We’re the ones who get the girls.

Here I am with Idina Menzel of Wicked and Rent fame. Her feeling was “People say I’m outstanding but Marga, you are outerstanding!”

There were many pre awards festivities. Here at the swanky party at Trump Towers ( l. to r.) the brilliant writer, star, and director of Songs of an Unmade Bed. Mark Stephen Campbell, Michael Wintour (rival nominee), and David Schweizer (also my Los Big Names director.) Making a booty call, Mr. S. ?

My friend Bradford Louryk won “Unique Theatrical Experience” later that night for his Christine Jorgenson receation. Much deserved. I’d give him an award just for his outfit.

Another rival nominee Judy Gold nominated for “25 Questions for a Jewish Mother” giving me some sugar at Trump Towers.

Here’s the adorable Los Big Names publicist Peter Cromarty. His skin was smooth with a hint of English leather.

When you get too liquored up at Trumps to hail a cab- take a double decker sightseeing bus to your awards.

That’s right! It’s DKNY for this DYKE.

The awards took place at the fancy auditiorium at the high school of performing arts. There was not a lot of red carpet. It was more like remnant. But Mark and Michael worked it like Destiny’s Child.

I had a better camera than these sorry paparazzi.

There was a media frenzy. I lost track of who was who, but I believe this was Lisa Gibbons from Access Hollywood. Nice lady.

This is Rick McKay the creator of the Documentary ” Broadway: THe Golden Age” Anybody in theater or who loves theater needs to get their hands on this DVD. Google it. Me and Rick go way back- not to the golden age because I’m only 31 and just begun. That’s what I told Idina.

Looking fly are Jamie Cesa and Eva Price part of our production team. Two people I would have thanked in my poignant and hilarious acceptance speech if God had only given me a chance.

I sat with the big man Los Big Names producer Jonathan Reinis and gave him my respect. that’s his fabulous wife Hillary. Hillary a name we’ll hear more of in 2008.

No matter if you win or lose the best part is a free pizza and beer afterparty. John’s Pizzeria in Time Square was mobbed. And that’s when I saw her:

The woman wearing the wallpaper from the Gomez’s old family room. After out triumph at the 47th street Theater Los Big names will be going on the road. More news and gossip and deep thoughts to come on Marga’s Big blog every week. Please come back often because “Mi blog es su blog” Your G rated comments here are always appreciated if you have something spicier to share bring it to www.myspace.com/margagomez

Check back next week for blow by blow photos. And excerpts from my fierce acceptance speech.

BUT now that our NYC run is over I can tell you what I really think.

Honestly I have a little post partum unemployment blues but I’ll bounce back. Sunday night, May 14th the closing show was not easy. A dreaded acquaintence sat in the front row. Though he means well, he is known among us peformers as the SHOW DOOMER for his heckling, shrieking ahead of punchlines and yelling out shit like he’s in the show.

Now I love and adore the sound of human laughter but this fellow creates a constant earpiercing, grating mix of prehistoric-creature hysteria, and car alarm which weirds out the audience, and kills the vibe to the point that this guy is all you hear besides me. And sometimes you just hear him. I tried to squelch him with a joke or with a glare. But he was unstoppable in his delusion that his squawking was helping the show or people liked him. Folks if you are ever sitting next to someone like this who is distracting you from the show you paid to see why not roll your program into a tube and jam it down his gullet- so he can still breathe while sufficiently muffled. I’d have done it myself but couldn’t reach him.

Anyways I must admit somehow people in attendance had a good time sent me sweet emails and showed up at my dressing room. I said hello to many good folks in the narow hallway of my disheveled dressing room. One slight gaffe- I tripped and fell against a woman cupping her breasts acccidentally for balance. Sometimes Vertigo works in my favor.

Saturday before closing was a much better day. Our crew arranged a potluck at a park near by. Here is my crew- the ladies and dudes who made this engagement a wonderful family experience.

Left to right: Tony our sound guy and DJ, Scott the stage manager and backbone of the show calling our hundreds of sound and light cues. Hunter the lighting guy. That's the wardrobe and jellyfish wrangler Joanna siting next to me. Joanna knows a lot about a lot of things. Soon she'll be going to a fancy nursing school to help people. What, and give up Show biz??

Look at these two hotties Tony and Hunter- their demo CD is off the chain YO!! Check it on www.myspace.com/greyhoundmusic

Last but not least- Me with our Front of house team, Ramirez, Joseph and (Maria and Tanya- not pictured). Mysterious and always bien chevere.

In between shows today, me and the crew had a charming potluck in a nearby park- Scott made sloppy joes, Hunter made North Carolina deviled eggs from his Mama’s recipe, Joanna made cole slaw, I brought salad, and Tony brought very cute cups and soda. I was hoping to add a picture I took of this exciting event but– you’ll have to wait till the next entry- Rite Aid has my film.
Come back Tuesday (at the latest) to see more pictures and hear about our nude closing party (ya never know) Oh and the awards ceremony for Drama Desk is on May 21- so check back and see if I’m a winner or a bad sport. Meanwhile here’s a picture of my dog Tabasco who hates these two shows a day.

Dear Mr Reinis my esteemed producer,
If you are reading this please note that I really did keep my blog going all through the 6 week engagement. You thought I’d flake out like a blog dilettante, fooled ya!

Friends, I’m nominated for two prestigous theater awards (as the world knows) for “Outstanding Solo Performance.” I could win or lose both but I have no doubt that if there was an award for “Outstanding Blog by an Off-Broadway Performer, the trophy would be mine. Sure my grammar and spelling ain’t perfect but look at this picture taken on the corner of 47th and 8th avenue. I was complaining to Jamie, our saintly general manager about something, and perhaps hurling some envious epithets at Julia Roberts when this actual uniformed Times Square peacekeeper asked me for an autograph. I signed the back of a summmons for him. He hadn’t seen the show, like many unfortunate New Yorkers, but he recognized me from the marquee and thanked me for the good I was doing for the people of NY. He said I was making a difference to people like him. And all I had was my cameraphone but I know my stories invite skepticism. Well believe this one and I hope that all of you New Yorkers squeeze your butts in to the remaining 5 shows. Maybe you’ll get a little parting gift.

Photo Taken by Norman Frisch, International dramaturg and NYU Professor

Hi Linzer
Some of my fave movies - Mahogony, Fight Club, Memento, Valley of The Dolls, Thelma and Louise
Marry my girlfriend? Only if we could do it in vegas.
Rosie Like Site with many questions would not be for me- unless it was one question a day- otherwise I got shit to do.

Am I romantic? I try but get sidetracked with work.
No I don’t ski.
I prefer sleeping indoors. There is nothing I like about camping.
I know very little about the Indigo girls except the big redhead shoved me and didn’t say excuse me at a bar 3 years ago.
Worst job I ever had was selling encyclopedias door to door.
String cheese.

Thanks for asking and asking.
Marga

Then I met my - sit down people- highschool boyfriend David and his wife Sally for coffee at THE EVIL COFFFEE conglomerate- before the show. And Sally and I had much fun picking on our man. Last night’s show was one of the best of the 6 weeks with a surprise standing O.
I had given up on ever getting a standing ovations till I’m very old and busted up, incoherent and wheeled out for a lifetime achievement GLAAD award presented by some crap actress on the next lame network show with superficial homo characters. But tonight they all jumped up at the end- from the balcony to the orchestra, stood, cheered and applauded for two bows and me fit as a fiddle, not bad looking, with all my teeth, and enjoying this more than having a baby.
And when I left the theater there was a squad of soldier dudes and one soldier lady in camoflouge all from Fort Dix- They’d all come back from Iraq and this was one of their social nights for morale. Soldiers went to see Marga Gomez. I felt like Suzanne Summers- Hopefully they’ll send me some pictures of us that I can post here in the blog soon.

Because Sunday it’s over. Whoah again. There’s always this point, ten minutes before the end of the performance when I think -that went by so fast- And when I hit that mark for the remaining 6 shows it’s going to seem even faster- But that’s why theater is so precious-It’s about stealing moments that will never return — SO seize my show now. Go to my myspace page for the special Friends of Marga deep discount www.myspace.com/margagomez

And what of Marga’s BIG blog? It has to continue- Maybe it will relocate to one of those blog sites the kids use- BUT I CAN”T STOP. I WON”T STOP OVERSHARING. Stay tuned!

Speaking of oversharing– I farted on stage two nights ago but it was just audible to me. I know because I asked certain people after the show if they had heard anything unusual. It was a first and I hope a last. I’ll be taking beano till sunday just for insurance.

Hey George Bush if you’re reading this and moving your lips- mind your own business dummy. Actually just get lost like you do when there’s a national emergency. (That’s for Pete)

Lisa Kron’s exquisite show WELL is closing this week on Sunday like mine and I just want to tell everyone to beg borrow and hustle a ticket for this show ASAP- and get one for my show too! Damn two lesbians are leaving midtown on Sunday.Who will keep Julia Roberts warm with all that rain?

Hey Lisa let’s have our closing party together at the chock full of nuts, wanna?