Last fall I did something I’ve been wanting to do for years. I bought a mini-subscription of season tickets to the Broadway shows at Gammage Auditorium.
It’s been great fun. I took Stacey to see “West Side Story”, Mark to “Blue Man Group” and Jen to “White Christmas”. My tickets are always on Tuesday nights. I figured that was safe – nothing ever happens on Tuesdays.
Except for Beza’s birthday.
So I had two choices. Skip it all together. Or take the birthday girl with me.
Because birthdays are SUPER important to Beza and even though we celebrated her birthday last week while Aunt Jenny was still here, I knew she would be upset if I was gone that evening.
So the two of us had girls night.
And I realized something. Sometimes the play is MORE racey than the movies. Because they don’t have to mess with those pesky parental guidance ratings.
I knew there might be 1-2 trouble spots. I was prepared for those – the interracial relationship tension, the Liat/Joe romance.
I was NOT, however, prepared for the male streaker. You know the “Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair” scene? Well they rolled in these two portable showers for the set and there was a man in one of them. As Nellie and the other women are coming into the scene, he ran out of the shower screaming, bare bottom to the audience. Of course it got a big roar of laughter from the audience and Beza kind of gave me this look that said “Um, did that just happen?”
She may need therapy.