I went to see the musical today with Marcela, Crystal, and - God love me I don't think I ever really knew what his name was. In no way could this be termed a date, more of a meeting of the lonely hearts club.
I made it to the musical an hour late, but it didn't seem to matter, everybody was happy to see me and Crystal was more than happy to explain what I had missed. The show was titled 42nd Street. I really regret missing the chorus girl asking if she could be a star through her singing. The man she asked stared at her breasts and replied, "If you can make them sing too!" The guy-whose-name-I-never-knew-and-was-too-polite-to-ask-again spoke only Spanish and didn't understand the joke, so Marcela had to explain why everyone was laughing. Being a good church girl the explanation was most likely rather difficult for her, but then Marcela seems to have a knack speaking about embarassing topics.
I had never been to a musical before and my first impression was that the story was contrived and ridiculous, but the singing and dancing were worth the price of admission. Most musicals are apparently just excuses for talented performers to wear scanty sequined costumes, sing upbeat music to the accompaniment of an orchestra, and dance in tightly choreographed formations.This a good thing. Britney Spears, N'Sync, and the Backstreet Boys do the same thing (without the pretense of a story) and make tons of money doing it.
The award for funniest quote goes to Crystal for saying, "Your bum is your booty." I took second place with my answer to Cystal's observation that a lady attending the musical was pregnant, "She can't help it she's pregnant!" Crystal replied that she most certainly could have. It's amazing what I talk about with people who I meet at church. Crystal kept admonishing Marcela for talking about how much she likes her Venus, ironing her stomach, and how she got a bruise when the hanger hit her breast. Good church girls are not supposed to talk that way.