So wonderful.
So New York.
So damn expensive.
Happily, there is a powerful little man who has a crush on me.
As such, we got ridiculous seats for $0.00.
Prior to the show we had an hour to kill. So, we made a duck friend...
Hit up the Olive Garden...
Had a dinner buffet (bad idea) and drinks at the revolving restaurant (awful idea) on top of the Marquis.
And finally hit the show.
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The show...was entertaining...
All the songs were written by singer/songwriter and Brown grad Duncan Sheik. (He had the big 90's single "Barely Breathing" )
Honestly...I liked it...but...I didn't love it.
None of the songs really stood out or made me want to run home and dance around in my underwear and dry-hump my couch in a Rent/Hairspray kind of way.
The set was very simple and didn't change much.
There were few clothing changes.
And there was one dude who was always distractingly off during synchronized choreography sequences.
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There was, however, on-stage masturbation (with singing), nudity (if you count a bare ass and exposed little mosquito-bite boobs), and a song where they say "fuck" like 80 times.
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Not really the kind of show you'd want to bring grandma to.
(See: "Brokeback Mountain might night be suitable for grandparents...")
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