Spammed a Lot
Yesterday, for my birthday, I noticed that there were a few extra bits in there.
“Your birthday flowers! They should be springing up in a few days.”
There were budding daffodil stems hidden amongst the carnations. He is too cute.
For my birthday, Chris surprised me with tickets to see Spamalot at the Schubert Theater on Broadway. I’m not much for musicals – something about people bursting randomly into song makes me feel a little twitchy – but I was excited to see anything involving Monty Python and anything with the obscenely funny British comedy feel. And I was excited to be in the city for my birthday.
The play was excellent. We laughed at the funny bits and marveled at the set changes. The acting was fantastic and the music was just tongue-in-cheek enough to keep us from becoming annoyed. (How annoyed can you be with a song containing the lyrics “This is the song that sounds like this…”?) The Knights that say Ni made an appearance, as did Tim and the evil, white bunny rabbit. French gatekeepers farted in people's general directions. God also stopped by for a spell, encouraging King Arthur to find his chalice. Overall, the theater newbie in me was appreciative and entertained. And had a stomachache from laughing.
My heels clacking on the New York City sidewalks, fresh from a Broadway show, protected from the icy winds by a scarf, and hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, it was a gorgeous way to celebrate another year.
Next on my theater list? Talk Radio. I loved the screenplay. I loved the movie. I can't wait to see it live. I think it starts tonight.