"Moon for the Misbegotten" and "Brief Encounter" all rolled into one!

And now, for one of the best moments I have ever experienced in the theater. Last Tuesday night I saw "American Idiot." I invited my friend Rachel to go with me. We had orchestra seats; they were towards the back, but still good. Rachel is seriously pregnant, and was seated next to an ENORMOUS man. I offered to switch seats so she would be more comfortable, but she graciously said no, she was fine. At the end of the play, we were still seated, but the enormous man next to Rachel stood and bent over to retrieve his coat. As he did, his pants fell halfway down and right at that moment, Rachel turned her head. A perfect storm– Rachel's head came within 2 inches of the biggest, whitest, hairiest ass in the history of theater. I turned at the same moment to see her beautiful face framed by that enormous butt and the look of shock and horror on her face. (It was like an ass halo, really...) I cannot remember ever laughing that long and that hard. As we were leaving the theater, I had to cling to the walls and railing; tears of laughter streaming down my face. I count us lucky that the encounter did not send her into labor. In the cab coming home, Rachel just kept saying in a dazed way, "Did that really happen? Was I just mooned on Broadway? I mean, I feel like I came very close to cheating on my husband..."

When I woke up to pee at 4:00 in the morning, I was still giggling. Seriously.

I liked the play, but it made me feel very old–disaffected youth doesn't hold much allure for me anymore, but I liked the music and had a great time with an especially stunning finale.

And Rachel deserves a Tony, at the very least.