Guess what DH and I saw in Boston this weekend?
I'll give you a hint.
Frances "Baby" Houseman.
Still need more?
Here you go!
Nope, not the movie.
The pre-Broadway tour of Dirty Dancing The Musical!
My amazingly awesome and generous brother (who lives just outside of the city and is clearly more privy to these things than I am - I didn't even know it had been turned into a musical!) gave us tickets back at Hanukkah.
I cannot believe the weekend has come and gone, but it. was. fantastic.
I'd be lying if I said that it would have been a tad bit better if Johnny Castle did not have an Australian accent. Yes, for me (and the girls I polled behind me just to make sure I wasn't insane), that part was slightly disconcerting.
However, even that didn't kill it for me.
Dirty Dancing is by far one of my all-time favorite movies. The one I could watch overandoverandoverandover again, just like most other women born in the 80's.
I must admit I was a bit
concerned curious about how the silver-screen story would translate to a musical.
I mean, there are just parts of the movie that could never be done in play format, right?
The screenwriter of the movie is also the screenwriter of the play.
She clearly had a vision, and did the most amazing job of creating a quite intricate (and very cool) set design, unbelieveable effects, and a fabulous cast.
This is one viewer who was not at all disappointed.
While this was by no means the best play I've ever seen, I'd still go back to see it overandoverandoverandover again.
The music was contagious and I could barely sit still in my seat
in the 1,000,000 degree theater for two seconds. OK, I danced the whole time.
My wonderful hubs
who never once even inferred that he'd rather be undergoing severe physical torture than attending the performance with me even thought it was great.
Yes, I am a lucky, lucky girl.
At the risk of sounding completely cheesy
which of course I do, and I am completely and totally fine with, I had the time of my life.
And in case you're wondering?
On the screen or on the stage, Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner.