The Book of Mormon, www.chicagonow.com
"Why are you punishing ME?" I yelled at God this morning -
"I'm not the one who gave Jesus a costume of Christmas lights!"
"I'm not the one who gave Jesus a costume of Christmas lights!"
In the spirit of full disclosure, I wasn't really yelling at God. I was actually yelling at my basement ceiling, imagining that God was a few floors up, beyond the roof, beyond the clouds, and definitely beyond all the thunder & lightning.
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.
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.
"I think God's angry at us for seeing Book of Mormon," I joked, as we drove to the old Shubert theater through wall after wall of water last night. I was with a friend and his partner, and the three of us were heading into the city for dinner and a show. The storms were so powerful, we couldn't even see the skyline, and Chicago just sort of "appeared" in our headlights, dark shapes of buildings outlined by lightning. We ran from the car, to the restaurant, and later, to the theater. Apparently, it rained throughout the show as well, but if we did hear thunder, we assumed it was part of the score.
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.
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.
But I still think it's no coincidence that after laughing so hard, I awoke to find a world of water damage - like Stephen Baxter's Flood. The Catholic in me feels guilty whenever I allow myself to have fun...and watching Jesus dance with Hitler, Jonny Cochran, & Jeffery Dahlmer was enough to make even Seth MacFarlane wince, and most definitely...fun.
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.
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.