Holy cow!
In the Heights was so good, you guys.
The fair Alana Barraj mustered the gumption to get us tickets for last night, as this is Lin-Manuel Miranda's last week performing in the show. He autographed my Footlights after the show; don't hate.
Even though we were in literally the back row of the theatER (there will be no British spellings of words on MY blog), the show swallowed me up delightfully and completely. It was like...West Side Story meets Sesame Street meets TWO THOUSAND NINE. The show had its surmountable weaknesses, and there were a few songs I could have done without, but generally I spent the two-or-so hours completely totally enraptured, eyes asparkle, hands clasped in delight.
If you like musicals, or hot Latinas, go see it.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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