Sweet Charity
Yesterday, I went to see the musical "Sweet Charity" at the Al Hershfeild theater with my friend Farrah, who is visiting from New Orleans and Karen (this is her third time seeing it).

Despite the delays and problems surrounding this production, I have been really excited to see it since I heard "Sweet Charity" was coming to Broadway. I always liked the original Neil Simon film with Shirley McLaine. This time in the role of Charity is the talented Christina Applegate, who was adorable and did a great job playing the naive and hopeful dance hall hostess looking for love in the 60s. She was even nominated for Tony for her performance, although she did not win.

Songs include "Hey, Big Spender," "Rhythm of Life" and "If My Friend's Could See Me Now!"

The set was very colorful and had lots of nightlife lights and 1960s flair, but the wonderful choreographed dancing took center stage.

For me, the two hours really flew by and not once did I look at my watch. Instead, I was actually shocked when it was the final scene already.

PS: We saw Julia Stiles outside with this reddish haired guy, they looked like they were just friends tho. She was seated in the Orchestra rows too, so we saw her again during intermission. She was late getting back to her seat, so more people noticed her because of that. She was shorter than I expected, but looked very pretty with wavy shoulder length blonde hair.

PPS: Afterwards went to The Lobby for the first time and met up with 3 friends for sort of a mini high school reunion. One of them, Carolyn, I hadn't seen in four years. The place was fun and packed, we danced to Hip Hop and had a few drinks. I was tipsy going home on the subway and talked to a guy on the platform--one of the only times I wasn't eager to see the train come.

Fleetwood Mac
I like Fleetwood Mac BUT thunder DOESN'T only happen when it's raining. However, players DO only love you when they are playing! ;) I can attest to both. I love the song but every time I hear it, I say out loud to my stereo, thunder can happen even when it's not raining. Just last weekend in fact.

Darth Vadar Roller Coaster: Check this out, the IT guy at work sent it to me, lol http://vadercoaster.ytmnd.com/

Mahnamahna (Muppets Show)
Click the HERE to hear mahnamahna! I can't stop watching this video and singing the song, lol. It makes no sense, but it makes me laugh. I like the Dr. Pepper commercial that uses this song too, but it's originally from The Muppets. Oh and look at this Mahna Mahna: Bush, Blair, Saddam

It's Ladies Night
Tonight is my friend Divina's bachelorette party!! I helped plan it, along with a sorority friend of her's from UCONN.

We're hitting the bars in SoNo (South Norwalk, CT) in one of my uncle's limousines (Settembre's Limo).

Of course we'll be giving her gag gifts and making her wear a tiara and silly t-shirt that she'll have to get signed by random guys, haha, I can't wait. Before we head out for the night we are having a stripper come to her apartment and pretend to be a police officer and request that she keep things down, this was her one request, she insisted he be a cop so she can experience the cliche herself. After lots of private "interviews," just kidding, we picked Ian.

UPDATE: two real cops stopped by her apartment but then happily cuffed the bachelorette and posed for photos, was thrown towards the ceiling by the stripper and then plopped upon his shoulders (he was more like an acrobat than a stripper), danced on a bar for the first time and had a blast!!

The History of Love
I just read The History Of Love, by Nicole Krauss. I've been wanting to read the full story ever since her original short story, "The Last Words on Earth" appeared in The New Yorker. I had read the whole piece in one sitting, and with how my magazines pile up, it really means something that I didn't just flip through it.

I appreciated her clear and simple writing and the story flows very nicely. Overall I thought it was a very tranquil and compassionate story. Because Krauss writes her male character so effectively, I was actually surprised to find out after I had read it that it was written by a female author.

The opening paragraph grabbed me from the start:
"When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, "Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit." I'm surprised I haven't been buried alive. I have to struggle to keep a path clear between bed and toilet, toilet and kitchen table, table and front door. If I want to get from the toilet to the front door, I have to go by way of the kitchen table. I like to imagine the bed as home plate, the toilet as first, the kitchen table as second, the front door as third: should the doorbell ring while I am lying in bed, I have to round the toilet and the kitchen table in order to arrive at the door." The same beginning starts the book too.

You can read the rest of the short story online for free at: http://www.newyorker.com/printables/fiction/040209fi_fiction That way you'll know if you should bother buying the complete book :) My mom is reading it now.