I spent the weekend in NYC with my mom and sister for our annual girls weekend of shopping and theater. And food. There was a lot of food. (But you guys, I couch 25ked twice! Be so proud if me. Running! On Vacation! You would think I liked it, but I don't.)
One of the shows we saw was Rock of Ages. It is an 80's Hair Band musical. I know! How come no one thought of this earlier? They give you a fake lighter when you walk in and sell beer. In the theater. Like a rock concert. I was in heaven. In fact, I'm listening to the music on my iPod while I draft this on my iPad on the train ride home. I downloaded the music before we even left NYC.
We also saw Promises, Promises. My opinion on that whole mess is over on Mamapop today.
Poor Doug. He took Micbael camping this weekend. Camping. (I'm so sorry I missed that.) While I was rocking out and shopping and drinking on Broadway, he was sleeping in a tent. Michael also decided this was the weekend he was going to stop all forms of listening. I felt terrible when Doug called me to tell me that he invoked the "no screens" punishment on Michael and things were going down hill quickly. I bought him cupcakes. Doug, not Michael.
But there is nothing that will ever, ever make me as happy, or make me laugh as hard as Rock of Ages again. How can you not support a show that has you rocking out with this?
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I don’t know if this is where the comment should be placed or not. I am glad you had a great time this weekend. I agree about Sean Hayes. I actually liked Promises Promises as it is my type of musical not so much Rock of Ages. Same time next year. Love, Mom
The “Rock of Ages” people were hounding my sister and I in the TKTS line last spring. After hearing the promoter’s description of it (hair bands and Moses or something like that), we decided to see “God of Carnage” instead. Maybe I’ll have to give this a go next time we hit up NYC.
I was going to write how I am afraid to read your promises, promises post b/c I want to love that show. But, then I started reading comments and loved your mom’s so much I had to comment on that. “I’m not sure if this is where the comment should be placed or not… love, mom” Perfect Mom moment that we could all recognize I’m sure-awesome. Glad you had fun!