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Alas, poor Weekend! I knew him…

Well the weekend is behind us. I, as usual, was wrong about the weather. It was lovely for the most part.

On Sunday, I made up for a major cultural deficit that’s been plaguing me for some time now. That’s right, I finally saw Wicked for the first time. Not like, “see it again for the first time” but actually for the first time. All the leads were good and sang really, really high. Also, there were aerial stunts which were ok but I liked the ones in Cirque de Soleil better.

I didn’t know any of the actors in the cast but Rondi Reed, a Chicago veteran, played a blustery school mistress who somehow becomes personal secretary to the Wizard. She was fabulous and rocked lots of wigs and cleavage.

More important than the show, however, was being reminded of two things Americans love: food and spending money. Wicked is set up to provide ample opportunities for both national past times. The lobby is filled with glass cases busting with t-shirts that are emblazoned with important text such as “Go Green!” and “I’m Popular!” Also available are the usual assortment of hats, fleeces, sweatpants, and the like. Whenever I see people wearing these accessories in NYC I always assume they are actors or stage crew doing errands on laundry day. We get piles of this crap during rehearsals and runs and most of it ends up heavily creased at the bottom of a bureau drawer. Little did I know that Long Islanders in fact claw and elbow their way through corpulent crowds to be afforded the opportunity to exchange $40 (Visa preferred!) for a wearable memento. If any of you are impoverished and love tshirts, let me know. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a Sunset Boulevard one somewhere with your name written all over it.

Less interesting and far more irritating is the desire by theatregoers to eat their way through a musical. The three women in front of me barreled through, in no particular order, an enormous sack of Starbursts, three pepsis, a pack of milk duds, a bag of peanut M&Ms, a bottle of Gatorade, and six or seven pieces of gum. The show is long, but not so long that you will have to go In the Heart of the Sea on your fellow theatregoers. So methinks it was less than necessary for this particular trio to consume nineteen thousand calories (give or take) between the overtureĀ and the curtain call.

Until tomorrow…



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  1. September 8th, 2009 at 13:25 | #1

    Ew! I don’t know which is more revolting: the fact that people gorge themselves at the theatre, or that I have not been to a show in so long that I didn’t know there were concession stands. Maybe when ‘Bride of Chucky: The Musical’ comes around I’ll hit up TKTS…

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