Phantom of the Opera

Tonight we went to the Venetian and saw "Phantom of the Opera." This was a gift we gave my mom for her 70th birthday. We had great seats - 2nd row right smack in the middle. I like to see 'em sweat.

The show was great and it was of course driven by the wonderful and powerful music of Andrew Lloyd Webber (I call him "Lord Webber" for short and use a British accent to really spiff it up - if you know what I mean).

The show is Vegas is only 90 minutes long - they do this to get everyone back out into the casino as fast as possible - it's true, look it up. In New York, the show will play for 3 hours and have a couple of intermissions. My back would walk out by itself if I tried to pull a 3 hour sitdown for a theater show.

Besides the $5 dollar diet cokes and the fact that the female lead (Christine) was absolutely cross-eyed, I really have no negative comments. Okay, the Phantom looked alittle strange too - not because he was the phantom, but he was really short. You expect a tall, studley guy with 1/2 a bad face and a pony tail to play the character and not some short little weasel, but I'll give the dude props - he sure could sing.

I picked up on Christine's cross-eyedness right off the bat. Janae turned to me about 20 minutes into the show, and whispered,

"Is it me or does Christine always looked cross-eyed?" I immediately went cross-eyed myself and she nearly spit up her diet coke on the conducter.

Each time she looked at me for the rest of the show I had to look back cross-eyed. It's part of my never maturing past age 16. If you are around me long enough, you just learn to deal with it. Right honey bunny?