A Three Show Week...

Wednesday, for my birthday, Alan managed to get us balcony seats to 5th Avenue's production of White Christmas. It was a lovely show - quite different from the film, but still retaining the same feel. What it lost of the main four characters was gained by the secondary roles. Luckily the choreography number that I've never liked didn't make it into the live show. At the curtain call, snow fell from machines above the audience. Alan and I were both distracted trying to figure out what the snow was made of, and which poor sap had to sweep up afterwards. Then we met his friend, who played Phil Davis, and Eric and went for drinks across the street.

Friday night we went to see a late night Fight Choreography show. Luckily it was at the same theater I needed to return some borrowed costumes to, and at the end of the night, they asked if I was interested in costuming their winter show. I told them I was. Drinks afterwards with the cast here too.

Saturday was a panto of Jack and the Beanstock - great fun to laugh, yell, hiss, and throw stuffed peas at the giant. The humor was right up my alley, and Alan enjoyed watching me giggle at the bad puns. We spent time on the computer searching for lyrics from the nonsense number they started the second act with. They are (after much searching): "eine kleine fliegel flugel aufgeweckene biegel bugel ergeschplitten lauteboomer bird!"

Now the fun ends, and I'm back to being a retail whore for Christmas. Good sales, though, and yesterday a woman sang my praises ending with referring to me as "massive." Huh.