Urinetown was AMAZING.

It's the type of play that just isn't funny unless everything is done with absoloute, perfect ernesty, and this was.

It was *hysterical*.

"Freedom is a cold wind burning your face."

"Literally?!"

"--Yes!"

Ohmygod. It was brilliant. The casting was faaaantastic. I was a little iffy about the guy set to play Bobby Strong, because he was older than I'd always imagined him, but ohmygod. What a voice! What acting! He was sublime.

The girl set to play Hope I thought didn't have a lot of power in her singing voice, but it turned out that the score was just a little high for her, and all her power was in her alto (which was displayed quite nicely with one of the songs in the second act).

The narrator (who was also the main cop, and whose character name I've forgotten) was brilliant. I'd say he had, just barely, the best voice in the whole play. Which was probably why he was the narrator.

Little Sally was amazingly cast. I'm sure the female that played her was far older than she appeared, but she did a fantastic job.

Aah, I want to go see it again. The seat I had would have cost me about $60 on a regular day, though. :( Sad Rosemart.

On an entirely unrelated note, I hate when people I'm talking to over email ask for my MSN right quick.

I mean, what the hell?

That's like walking up to a girl in a bar:

Guy: "Hey."

Girl: "Uh, hello."

Guy: "So...you like...stuff?"

Girl: "...Whathefuck, mate?"

Guy: "Hey, you got a phone? Can I get your phone number?"

Girl: "I just met you! Whathefuck?!"

And that's why I don't like people asking me for my MSN right off the bat. I'm sorry, if I don't think we have a common ground to talk about, I don't want you clogging up my list.

So, in conclusiong, don't ask for my MSN address, and go see Urinetown, in Calgary.

w00t!

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Rosie.

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