I must confess even though I make fun of my husband being a giant nerd there are a few things that I nerd out over too. One such thing is Broadway musicals. I LOVE musicals...I mean LOVE LOVE LOVE them so much I want to be in one and I can't carry a tune for the life of me. I feel there is no reason to not break out in song to describe a situation occurring during the day, sigh, if only. But I digress, this blog is not about me, but it is about musicals and my husband. You see the only way I can ever get him to go to a musical with me is if the musical has dirty foul mouthed puppets ("Avenue Q") or Frankenstein.
Believe me when I say I have tried repeatedly to get him to see such fare as "Mamma Mia," "Movin' Out" and "Wicked" (just to name a few) with no success. I mean how would he not want to see "Wicked?" It has witches, animals that are professors, flying monkees, witchcraft and wizardry, a journey through a mythical land, midgets... Sorry, munchkins and death. I mean that's like live action Dungeons & Dragons right there. Following a magical witch on her journey through a old village/city where you encounter strange characters along the way (Professor Animals and munchkins) while completing tasks, i.e. capture Dorothy and her friends. How does he not see it?? More importantly how sad that my view of "Wicked" now is one big D & D game.
Anyway, tomorrow night we are going to see a production of "Young Frankenstein" at Omaha's Orpheum Theater. This was an easy sell, and I even managed to get him to agree to spring for Orchestra seats...hollar! I hope he can handle all the singing and dancing because he can barely handle it in an episode of Glee and that is only an hour. I also hope Igor and the Monster are enough of a hook to keep him interested for 2 plus hours (sshhh...don't tell him it's that long).
Side note: A few weeks ago I attended "Mamma Mia" at the Orpheum with some lovely friends. Before intermission two of us were vomited on by some kid that managed to spew over the balcony onto our Orchestra seats. Long story short, tomorrow I return to the scene of the crime. Infact, our seats for this play are row K, 25 and 26. For "Mamma Mia" they were row K, seats 18,20 and 22. I think he is excited to see were I was puked on, another musical selling point for a nerd I guess.