"I'm not the one who gave Jesus a costume of Christmas lights!"
I was standing alone in my laundry room, with cold, wet, bare feet and just enough water on the floor to cause a problem. It's been raining for several days in Chicago, and the last 24 hours have been plagued with violent thunderstorms, flooded underpasses, and overflowing storm drains. My house has an old stone-walled basement, but as it sits on top of a hill, it's also dry...or at least, it used to be. But as of this morning I've lost all bragging rights to a dry basement - and for that, I blame Sexy Jesus.
Book of Mormon was amazing, the funniest musical I've ever seen (and better than The Producers). I won't rehash the show's great reviews - I really can't add anything to what others have already said - but I will say that I enjoyed the musical's many (unexpected) "visual gags," including Jesus in twinkling Christmas lights, and an X-ray showing a book (of Mormon) shoved up someone's ass.
Totally worth the wet feet, and the melancholy that always follows seeing gay men half my age who never knew the sadness of the nineties.