Today I went to watch The Book of Mormon at the Pantages Theater. I was very excited about seeing this musical. After so many reviews and such hype my expectations were pretty high. Unfortunately, they were never met.
Here's the thing, it is not like the actors did not do the writer's justice. As a matter of fact, I personally thought the acting was great! The problem was that I expected hilarity with deep meaning and an aha moment which I never got. I mean the worst episode of South Park, which of course is from the same creators, is better than Book of Mormon. Some of the jokes were quite good and had a nice delivery, but they were overplayed so badly that one forgets why they were funny in the first place.
I am not an acting expert nor do I know what the Tony Awards judges look for, but I do know that if The Book of Mormon can win 9 awards and Wicked only 3 then there is definitely something wrong with this picture. But like I said, I am not an expert.
Anyway, who cares about the musical, let's talk about what I ate. Ready for this? Here comes disappointment number two; by the time we got out of the theater everything was closed. The only choice in the proximity, a proximity made a lot smaller due to a few bad destination decisions and closed restaurants at 11 pm, such as Le Petit Four, Mirabelle, Cravings, Evelaigh, Boa and pretty much everything on Sunset Plaza left us with only one solution, Coney Dogs. Coney is not bad, it is actually a pretty cool place considering the free parking, the prices and a great beer selection. Speaking of beer, I found out something new about my self today. I am Spiderman. Yes, you read this correctly. Allow me to elaborate.
When I ordered my Sam Adams Oktoberfest beer and was told it was the only bottle remaining, I did not for a second think the I was really ordering an adrenaline pumping adventure. As the bartender brought over a frosty bottle of the brew and was about to set it down on the table in front of me, it had slipped out of his hand, fell over and began to spill on to a bench seat right next to me. With cat-like reflexes I found my self climbing the wall to the left while avoid the ever-growing puddle forming next to my suit pants. The security footage of this would have had an easy 1 million YouTube viewers by the night's end. Alas, I never got the video.
So one free beer, one chili hot dog and a few pieces of fries later my evening came to a close. Let me just say that the bartender was totally cool and this could happen to anyone, so no harm no foul.
What I learned was, maybe Tuesday is better spent home watching reruns of South Park and drinking scotch? Only time will tell.