It takes a lot to get me up to San Francisco. But last night was worth it.
For our anniversary, Carolyn & I went up to the city to catch the last night of Avenue Q. It was phenomenal.
I think it goes without saying that every musical would be better with dirty puppets. But I honestly don’t think that five seconds went by at the musical where I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying myself.
If you haven’t seen Avenue Q, you need to find a way to see it. It’s that funny.
As a side note, there was one unrelated, surreal experience at the Orpheum Theatre last night. At intermission, there was literally no wait for the women’s bathrooms (there are three). But there was a line at least fifty guys long for the one and only men’s bathroom in the basement. I barely made it back to the show on-time.
More that one woman commented on how strange it was to see no line for the women’s room, and this huge, wrapping line for the men’s room. There was visible and audible snickering, and I think some form of revenge fantasy play going on. I have to admit, I was immensely frustrated. I guess I’m just an “equal opportunity” rather than an “equal outcome” kind of guy.
I’m sure the Orpheum was well intentioned, and decided to alter their design to accomodate women, but they over-shot. For all I know, maybe they’ve decided their most important customers are women, and making them happy is the top priority.
In any case, Avenue Q was phenomenal.