SA-WEET WOUNDED JESUS!!! Where to begin? In a cave many miles to the south, obviously!! On Saturday night the Snookies and I went to see Bat Boy: The Musical at the Costa Mesa Civic Playhouse. They knocked it out of the park! But I'm getting ahead of myself...please hold...
This outing was a Bat Boy make-up date from last week. Last week, the girls and I went to see Bat Boy in San Pedro. What we didn't know up front was that it was the London version of the show; the songs were different, the dialogue wasn't the same...all in all, it wasn't the Bat Boy we have come to know and love. A make up performance was definitely required; hence, our foray into Costa Mesa the following week-end to see the same show yet again. So, we're a little addicted...get off us! We might have to go all Bat Boy on your ass...errr, neck...if you don't!
Our evening started off with dinner at Uncle Pete's Cafe in Westminster. Going to Uncle Pete's is like going to your favorite auntie's house for dinner. Delish food, huge quantities, staff that's like family, and awesome prices...in short, you can't beat it with a stick. The Snookies dad, Bob, got the unbridled pleasure of dining with us. (Editor's note: This was the second week-end in a row that a man has bought the three of us dinner. I think it's the tiaras. They emanante some sort of big magic, obviously. It's that or the men are mesmerized as we glitter like diamonds in the mid-day sun; either way, it's workin' for me!!)
With full tummys and a heightened sense of anticipation, we headed off to the theater. The first thing we noticed was the very dark art hanging on the walls. Someone who was operating at the mercy of a fevered imagination obviously created the pieces. Dark, and perfect for the production at hand. The second thing we noticed was that the actor who had played Dr. Parker in the previous week's production was in the audience. We were tickled with ourselves for recognizing him (and he was kind enough to take a picture of the three of us...a scholar AND a gentleman...who knew?!?!?).
Then the show started and we were off. From the opening number to the standing ovation at the end, it was fantastic. Fan-freakin-tastic! It was show we were hoping for; the actors were spot on, voices were strong, and the entire audience loved it. The only tough thing for Taylor, Jordan, and me was NOT singing along. We've memorized every word to every song and we sing 'em loud and proud. Seriously, I am a legend in my own shower. I sing it for all I'm worth; sadly, I'm utterly tone deaf, but in my head I sound just like Meredith Parker on the soundtrack. You should hear my "Three Bedroom House"; it's unlike anything you've heard before (and, tragically for all of us, that's not even remotely a good thing).
At the conclusion of the show, the cast was kind enough to allow us to take a few photographs. I fear we may have frightened them with our obsequious fawning, but they muscled up, carried on, and smiled bravely. Thanks to all of them for giving us the show we were craving. We will definitely be back!
Speaking of going back, the show is closing Halloween week-end. If anyone is interested in going to the Saturday night performance, let me know, and I shall cause it to happen. I'm not ashamed to see Bat Boy three week-ends in a row. To paraphrase Edward Cullen, "it's my brand of heroin," and I've got my wicked little addiction all the way on.
What else is there to say but "Hold me, Bat Boy!!"? Not a bloody thing (no pun intended!), so I shall conclude my musings with love, fangs, and not denying my beast inside.
Dance with me, darling,
JODI
PS Remember, don't kill Mrs. Taylor's kids!!
PPS It must be noted that a mountain is no place to raise cows. Take heed!
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