Which, after all, was what it was, not a show I'd choose to attend, not my cup of tea, but the ole wingnut had expressed interest, wondered if Olivia Newton John would show up for the premier, he's awfully interested in the lives of celebrities, paying undue attention to The wedding in the Royal Family, ridiculous gossip, salacious, scandalous, it's as if he gets all his news from the tabloids, it's all part of his keeping himself well informed...
Anyways, with the wing-nut as my wingman we head on down, I'm sure I've become somewhat notorious for the company I keep, big black dirty cotton gloves on, a bright teal golf shirt over top a full length undershirt, people must think I'm his caregiver, and having to leap in, block him from grabbing the chocolates off the tray and pleading that he thought they were all samples (he does this merely to stir the pot), and enough about him. The audience, about 90% female, a few supportive male companions dragged along under threat of their relationship, it's a sold-out show, the cast, the show, well, there's a lot of applause, lots of singing, some good, some bad, some moments shine, others not so much. But chances are if you'd made it down, bought a ticket, it was your cup of tea and you loved it...