31 AUGUST 2006. THURSDAY. 10:08PM.

Why do i have a phobia of my favorite jeans running out of stock? I don't remember an early childhood incident that left me this dysfunctional with my unhealthy attachments to my jeans. People live in fear of food supply running out, dams running dry, but me ... i live in fear of never being able to replace my favorite pair of jeans. I am so abnormal. And this sickness drives me to buy 2 pairs of every jeans i loved : tsubis, rabbit boys, wide-legs, skinnies ... if i loved it, i have to have a backup pair. Imagine if this quirk spread to things less insignificant, boy would i be in big trouble, not to mention big debt. Anyhooo, Stella took me to see this 'underground' play at the WAAPA on tuesday after we had some fabulous italian dinner. We were both rather stunned by how intimate the audience was with the performers, mostly because there were only say, 15 people there watching it. I would say we were the only 2 there not related to any of the actors. After an hour of ogling future Hugh Jackmans and Dominic Purcells (they were all indeed very attractive performers), we sneaked away at interval only never to return. Even after the usher hunted us down to remind us that the break was almost over. Maybe this is to wet my appetite for what's to come, after all WAAPA's golden boy will be in town soon!