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Overheard on the C train: a rather portly, balding Orthodox gentleman complaining loudly to his friend about his YARMULKE TAN LINES.

...I really, really hope he didn't realize I was laughing at him. Although--I was shaking so hard the only other possible conjecture is that I was having some kind of seizure and if that's really what he thought, then (since he didn't offer to call for help or anything) in my book that makes HIM the rude one, not me. Totally. Because there's no better logic than the self-serving kind. /end digression

So. Into the Woods at the Delacorte was a cornucopia of strange directing choices. Chief among these was the decision to ratchet up (WAY up) the lesbian overtones in the Witch's relationship with Rapunzel--WITHOUT downplaying any of the mother/daughter stuff. Slightly icky? Why yes, yes it was. Thanks so much for asking. :) On the other hand, a change that didn't bother me as much as it probably should've was the decision to make the Narrator a little boy. Sure, it raised a helluva lot more questions than it answered--like, isn't the storyline a little too sophisticated to be taking place entirely in the mind of a ten year old?--but it was kinda charming, actually. As for Rapunzel's twin babies...well, I'm not sure I could explain that one away if my life depended on it.

Overall, though, I had a fantastic time. I do like me a good spectacle after all, and it's pretty hard to ruin Sondheim. Yeah, I *could* harp on certain problems, like various performers not being up to the task singing-wise, but since I'm trying this new thing lately where I DON'T act like a crusty snob all the time, I won't. Instead I'll just rave about Donna Murphy, whose rendition of "The Last Midnight" was the best one I've ever sat through. THE. BEST. A glittering slow build of a nervous breakdown, full of vocal pyrotechnics AND MAGIC. Awesome.

Besides, seeing a show in the Park is an experience unto itself. At one point a raccoon waddled up onto the stage and disappeared behind some rigging, earning itself a wild round of applause and confirming my suspicions that ALL New Yorkers are out of their damn minds. (You'd think I'd've figured that out by now; I guess I'm just a slow learner.)
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BSB on GMA: some stray observations

--Make no mistake, Kevin knows EXACTLY how much he's been missed. Cocky bastard. :)

--Lots and lots of preteens/teens in attendance, many of them with very bored-looking parents in tow. Not gonna lie, that surprised me a bit. I ended up befriending a high school-aged girl who was awed/fascinated/enthralled to find out I was both alive and sentient during the TRL years. Ugh. I know, I know--I'm a dinosaur. Don't remind me.

--I scoured the footage, a couple of times, and I'm almost positive I don't show up on camera at any point. I'm thinking this is for the best. My OMG face is none too pretty a sight and does not need to be preserved for posterity.

--Howie kept flashing Kevin these tiny, secretive smiles while the band was tuning up. I melted. :)

--AJ and Brian were color-coordinated! Yay! In, um, yellow-ish brown and black. Yay?

--Kevin was in fine, fine spirits during the soundcheck, goofing around and making fun of Nick's jacket ("Who the hell wears a leather jacket in the summer?", et cetera). At one point he pretended his sciatica was acting up and started fake-limping; it was kind of adorable. (Terrible Fanfic Idea #367: Kevin fakes a back injury so he can get some time off. Meanwhile, everyone else feels guilty for letting him push himself too hard. Cue angsting! And Nick dressing up like a slutty nurse! And also more angsting!)

--The levels of screaming after the line "Am I sexual?"? DEAFENING, YO.

--The award for my favorite fellow fan goes to the guy with the deep, sonorous baritone who kept moaning "HOWIE...HOWIE..." in between rapid fire bouts of Spanish that I could not decipher. At one point he actually started SOBBING, poor thing.

--As for me, I don't know, man. I just. I kept on bursting into laughter. Not AT them, god no; it was more like a spontaneous outpouring of euphoria, totally outside my control. Because Kevin! (...I hope no one thought I was having a nervous breakdown or anything.)

--My vantage point wasn't the greatest, but when Nick and AJ jumped off the stage during "Larger Than Life" I could've sworn Nick momentarily started humping the audience divider thingy, which, if I'm right, is just. Yes.

So...of course I was super late to work after all this. And, of course, I had to endure my coworkers smiling creepily at me all afternoon, since I guess they somehow managed to figure out where I had been. OF COURSE.


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