The show is in a very small theater (which is prob part of why the tickets are so hot) but we had awesome center orchestra seats, entirely worth the wait.
As my eyes wandered around the room, I saw a familiar and not so welcome face to my back right. None other than the worst public figure in LA, Dodgers' owner Frank McCourt.
"Isn't this a nice photo of a nice man?" said the devil.
My first inclination was that this unfortunate sighting would surely ruin my evening that I had worked so hard to pull off (yes, standing in line for an hour or two is hard work for an unemployed person). Then as I continued to look around the room, wondering what other awful LA sports figure might further dampen things, the couple sitting next to me made a joke that my friend probably left me there. That is when I decided to share with them the fact that the awful owner of the dodgers was sitting just over there. They were from Canada and not particularly into baseball, so didn't get it. And I think I came off as a crazy zealous fan talking about how this man's presence was ruining my night. If only they new the baseball atrocities this man has commited.
Anywho, despite the bad karma brought into the theater, the show did indeed go on. I won't get into too much details but the show was quite good. Didn't come close to meeting my expectations, but this thing was being made out to be the greatest singing and dancing achievement in the history of ole' Broadway, but that it was not. What it was, was a really well made, funny, ironic musical that is def worth the price of admission. It's like an awesome south park episode, or a collection of many blasphemous southpark idea outtakes thrown into one singy, dancy, acty stew of goodness.
See it if you can, and take solace in the fact that the worst owner in professional sports will not be present to harsh your mellow (that's right even including Donald Sterling and the recently deceased Al Davis).
Alright, it is way way way way way past my bedtime. To sleep I go...
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