Yesterday, continuing the All Hair Vacation, I got my hair cut.

As I write every year, Penny has been cutting my hair my entire life, or since I was eleven or twelve at any rate, and she has barely changed a smidge in all that time. She was in her twenties, for God's sake, and now she's in her fifties. Freckles keep the wrinkles away, but also she has a young spirit.

I really only had to have a trim and a shaping done, because I am in a growing my hair out phase (I've been keeping it short for two years, therefor now it's time to grow again) so she did a fancy french braid because Mom and I were going to the theatre that night.

I wonder how many days I can keep them in my hair before they get too fuzzy? Or my hair gets too greasy, of course, but I have a feeling that it will get fuzzy faster. Can we all tell that I am on vacation, when my greatest worry is the fuzziness of my french braids? Peel me a grape.

So, a few months ago Mom asked me if I would be interested in seeing Tommy over at the Shubert, and since that by golly is one of my favourite musicals and I saw it three times on Broadway, I said definitely yes!

Mom wanted to go over early and eat there, but I wanted to eat at the coffee shop across from Penny's, so we did that, and man, I never heard the end of it. Because the parking was a motherfucking bitch over to the Shubert. It took literally forty-five minutes to go around the corner and get into the lot, leaving us only minutes to get to our seats before it started.

They were checking trunks and drivers licenses at the parking lot is what took so long. Because what those terrorists want to destroy is musical theatre.

The show itself was...well, kinda eh.

The problem was that the production was kind of cheap, with a smaller chorus, and things like only one boy playing young Tommy rather than a younger and an older. I wondered at the beginning why four year old Tommy was nearly as tall as his mother, but then when it was the same boy when he was ten, the penny dropped.

The period wasn't solid, the prologue seemingly taking place in the mid-sixties judging from the dress, but what war was on in Britain at that time I have no idea. And then when Tommy was ten, it appeared to be the late 80's, so it was really just a mess.

The performers mostly had beautiful voices (except for one over-singing guy and young Tommy who went wildly off-key at the end on "Listening to You"), but really weren't very good actors. Though the guy playing Captain Walker looked like Hart Bochner, 70's teen idol hair and all, which was certainly entertaining.

And such a sloppy, lazy production really shows the holes in the play, which really needs to be surrounded by super production values to work as a show. But you know what? It still had that fabulous score, mostly beautifully sung (we won't discuss the accents), and that's enough for me.

Overheard in the bathroom during the interval:

"The main character, the little boy, does anyone know who he is? Does he grow up to be a famous musician or something, or does it just go on and on like this?"
"It just goes on and on like this."
"O. Because I'm against child abuse."

I guess the father shrieking "Tommy, can you hear me?" about 500 times at the kid didn't give her the hint that maybe, just maybe, he's Tommy.

Today's horoscope:
You may brainstorm a new, more effective approach at work, or introduce new, better technology. Watch for possibilities.

One year ago today:
What are we, the Ingalls'? Will we be churning our own butter as well?

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