Last week J and I went to see An American in Paris. An adaptation of the classic Gene Kelly, this was the best show I've seen in year. I would rank it up there with my favorite shows of all like Wicked and 42nd Street. It's sure to become a classic. I couldn't jump up for a standing ovation fast enough. There was a lot of ballet which was my favorite part. My other favorite part was the orchestra playing all of the great Gershwin that I love. I mean it was an absolute winning combination on that glorious stage. We didn't even see it with the main lead. Since we went on a Wednesday night we saw Garen Scribner and I can't imagine anyone playing that part, dancing that role, and having better chemistry with Leanne Cope than him. It was all superb from start to finish. I don't think I've ever seen a show where the first act flew by so quickly. I was completely enraptured. I really hadn't remembered the story that well from the movie and it's not even the movie that makes the show. I have a hard time believing I will enjoy Fun Home more.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
I've read several books this summer, but this one is my favorite:
Imogen, 42 year old editor and chief of a fashion magazine, returns to her magazine after a six months recovering from breast cancer only to find that Eve, her twenty something HBS educated former assistant, has hijacked her publication and turned it into an app. I can only assume the antagonistic twit that makes Imogen's return to work pure hell is a not so subtle reference to Anne Baxter's character in the classic movie All About Eve. Although at 33 I'm sandwiched comfortably in between these two characters age wise, I relate so much more to Imogen.
This book captures the twenty somethings of today perfectly. I might be slightly more tech savvy than the main character, but I can relate so much more to her than these young girls. I can't stand how they are constantly on their phones during social situations. I hate their insufferable oversharing on social media. They just seem overwhelmingly slutty. I know that's a huge generalization, but clearly the authors of this book have noticed it as well. This is a page turner for sure and well worth the read.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
My sweet husband made me this delicious southwestern salad for dinner. Now this is how you make a salad. I cannot understand how people just eat leaves. I can't imagine going to a restaurant and asking for a pile of lettuce or kale. Black beans, avocado and broccoli made this so much more than rabbit food. This year I've probably eaten 1/3 of the sugar I had eaten by this time in 2014. Nothing motivates healthy eating or exercise like a wedding or a baby.