XANADU!

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.