It was declared (by me) at work and for no particular reason to be Musical Friday, and so my co-worker Meaghan and I—since we’d both been associated with The Music Man and Guys & Dolls in high school— were belting out lyrics like musical theater Tourette’s sufferers to those shows, with the occasional chair dance choreography, while calling forth pertinent YouTube clips. But then, when discussing productions, she revealed she’d never seen nor heard Pippin. PIPPIN! The meta-theatrical/bananas/oh-so-70s musical. I mean! Fosse! Ben Vereen! Chita (in the videotaped stage version)!
Its charms, they are irresistible. Jazz hands and grease paint, let’s do this!
Why’d You Come In Here Lookin’ Like That | Dolly Parton
Dumbfounded Box is Dumbfounded
The wedding reception had, among other things, an ice cream truck parked outside. I mean…top that?
But! As we were standing on the street scarfing Choco Tacos and Fudgesicles, this is on E. 3rd between A/B mind you, a group of three, well, not hipsters since we’re not calling people that anymore (are we?),let’s say urbanites, came walking past, confused.
“What’s that?” one asked
“It’s a rich people ice cream truck” came the reply.
Oh, honey, if only.
…And then there was a spontaneous walk-off.
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