Best. Night. Ever.
Laurel already blogged this one out but I think this deserves two posts.
If you haven't seen this gem of a movie, you are sort of missing out. This movie is so bad it's bad-ass. It's awful and so, so awesome that I have seen it more than I can count. Why? Easy: Olivia Newton-John as a muse with little rhythm but a lotta voice, proof that Gene Kelly's still got it in his old age (even if the failure of this film may have killed him), a roller-disco, a cartoon scene, and E.L.O. I know--awesome.
Anyway, when Xanadu was written for the Broadway stage in 2007, it was written as a comedy--a spoof. Not since Young Frankenstein have I laughed so hard in a play.
But maybe the funniest part of the night was the audience. I think it must have been Geriatric Night at Hale Theater... the entire West front row was drooling and sucking down all the oxygen they could muster. Not really-- but not far off. I loved watching the audience react to the leg-warmers, the roller skates, the muses in drag, the Pegasus, and yes-- the Centaur, too.
Thanks, sisters for a perfect night. {We missed you, Megan!}
I'm giggling even now, thinking about our Cafe Rio dinner and Michelle's admitted Pearl Harbor/ dog-tag fantasy.
Like I said: Best. Night. Ever.
6 comments:
I am jealous! Sounds like so much fun.
I could-a, would-a, should-a been there too! Sounds like a wonderful night.
I will never again think of a Crucifix necklace the same way. Thanks a lot, Michelle!
Best night ever.
Um, I totally wore that shirt last night. You have EXCELLENT taste. :)
Alicia, quit telling people my secrets!
I love love your description of the front row folks. They made the whole experience so much better for me.
i'm laughing now thinking about Michelle's dog-tag fantasy. I don't even need the details. I wish I was a Lee sister.
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