I went to see South Pacific. With my parents. No, this was not a high school musical, it was -- thankfully -- a great production. Because it's a fucking long show.
And it's about war and a rich French guy, and this hick American girl, and she's racist, and she's freaked out by the fact that he has dark-skinned kids from his Polynesian dead wife, and then this other white soldier shtups this young Asian chippie and they fall in love and then he dies. Meanwhile all these gay sailors dance and sing. In the middle of it are those songs like "I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair" and, I'm sorry, Rodgers and Hammerstein - it's SO WEIRD. And my parents love it.
The cough medicine I'd been using started to wear off just before intermission. How very annoying.
My dad bought me a roll of Life Savers at intermission. Five Flavor.
HOW CUTE IS THAT!
Such a dad thing to do.
I ate almost all of them, even the lemon ones.
Sometime after "Honey Bun" during the second act, I turned to my mother, whose face was all lit up with musical theatre delight, and I said, "Is this the world's longest musical?" She whispered back, "No. Les Miserables is longer..."
"Yeah, well I'm miserables." I muttered, but not loud enough for her to hear. Because it was a good time out with the folks.
Aw, that IS such a dad thing to do. ; )
Posted by: lg | 23 June 2011 at 08:36 PM
Sounds like a fun night with the fam! And perhaps more enjoyable because talking during musicals is frowned upon.
And I'd really like to make Bali Hai into a pun but I'm not clever enough.
Posted by: KtP | 23 June 2011 at 09:06 PM
HMS Pinafore, likewise, is longer and less entertaining. I keep bugging my husband to take me to see South Pacific, but he remains unconvinced of its awesomeness.
Hope you're feeling better.
Posted by: Samantha | 27 June 2011 at 09:48 PM