30 minutes ago
Monday, January 10, 2011
You may recall Mrs. T was, at best, a reluctant traveler to Spamalot, her mood not helped by having scratched her eye Saturday afternoon.
"Tell me again what this is about," she asked. Since I could see, and read in the dim light I read from the Playbill:
Followed by parts of the Who's Who, earning the evil eye.
Probably 40% of the audience hadn't a clue what they had walked into, most wondering what was with the hats.
Ten minutes in, the cast had them eating out of their hands. It was a marvelously enchanted evening. Mrs. T came around quickly, laughing at all the right parts, genuinely enjoying herself. Still she was hesitant when I suggested watching the last half of the movie when we got home. Many more thanks to daughter Katy and her hubby.
Black velvet works perfectly in drafty theaters.
Happy Birthday Mrs. Bagwell