We just got back from a little trip to New York City doing one of our favorite things--going to musicals. Here is a recap of what we saw with my amateur review.
I can't tell you what the second half was like because we decided to leave at intermission. I was excited to see Ricky Martin perform but the whole script was singing, which for us uncultured types, reeked a little too much of Opera. Although I would have stayed trusting that the second half was easier to stomach, one of the other people in my entourage would have committed suicide if I forced him to endure the second half, so off we went to have dessert to salvage the evening.
Now you know what kind of entertainment I gravitate to. No culture for me--just make me laugh.