As much as I’d love to say that I was watching the Tony Awards in my PJ’s while eating popcorn and snuggling with my lap dog, I can’t because I’d be lying. However, it looks like I missed out on a smashing performance by Brett Michaels as he ran face first into a moving piece of the set, which resulted in hilarity.

Maybe next time he should realize where he’s playing. This isn’t some club show with cougars throwing their panties at you. It’s the Tony Awards, so none of the geigh dudes want to see your old ass gloat on stage. Just finish up your lip syncing and get off stage so they can cart Hugh Jackman out there to do some ballet.