An ode to the aisle seat...

Yes, I realise I am yet to update this page with my Canadian adventures, but I figured I still have three more days of that to go, so expect a Canada related post during the week. In the meantime...Vegas!

When I came here at Christmas there were two shows I really wanted to see that were on break, Celine Dion, and the Donny and Marie Osmond show. Given Vancouver is only a 2 hour flight away, I decided what the hell and came here for the weekend to catch up on what I had missed out on.

When you are buying just the one ticket to a show, I have noticed that 9 times out of 10 the seat you get is on the aisle. In New York this drove me mad at interval with everyone getting up and back down again, but it turned out to be beneficial here in Vegas.

Saturday night I went to see Donny and Marie Osmond. They sang everything from Rogers and Hammerstein to Pink to their own music. Yes, Donny sang "Puppy Love" and Marie sang "Paper Roses" (10 points to anyone under 50 who knows either song). As with any good Vegas lounge act, Donny sang a song wandering through the audience and if you were on an aisle, well you got a hi-5. So, in a win for the aisle seat I was hi-5ed by Donny Osmond. Oh, and there was some b grade star spotting as well. I had thought the chick at the next table looked familiar. Marie introduced her during the show, she had been a finalist on American Idol (back in like season 3 - Diana Diguamo I think her name was. I just know I have spelt it wrong!).

Sunday night was the winner of the 1988 Eurovision Song Contest. Ms Celine Dion.

Show was good. She had a large orchestra behind her on stage, and she sang all the hits - including an impressive water themed finale for the Titanic song that I suspect is what Jedward had been aiming to achieve at Eurovion this year. They used lots of cool technology as well including a Princess Leia-esque 3D projection of Celine on stage so that she could sing a duet with herself (she is a little...kooky). Anyway, those of us on the aisle got a little talking to as we took our seats before the show and were warned that Celine would walk past us and that we were not to stand of attempt to touch her. Ooookay. Where I was sitting however she didn't just wander past. She stopped there for a verse and sang to each of us on the aisle (she was about 30 centimeters from me, I had to crane my neck to look up at her). Yes, Celine Dion sang to me.

Oh and interestingly, one song was in both shows. The title song from Beauty and the Beast. Celine sang it as of course she was on the original soundtrack. Donny sang it as he had the lead in it on Broadway. Both did a pretty good job of it, would be cool to hear them sing it together. Celine also belted out an Adele song. Kinda put Adele to shame (which is a hard task given how big her voice is!).

Being in Vegas did make me wonder why I had spent all this time and money traveling the world. It is all here on the strip. The Trevi fountain is at Ceasers

There are Venetian gondola rides and St Marks Square at The Venetian...

There is New York New York, and the Eiffle Tower...

There are even pirates...

And what's that out here in the desert? Is that...a mirage???

I stayed at the Palazzo this time where there was a carnivale theme for the month of July. Hard to miss really...

Oh, and how did it take me three trips to Vegas to work out there are actual Flamingos down at the Flamingo hotel?????

Got some nice looking fake ones too...

Speaking of fakes, know how to tell a high end casino from a not so high end one? Well a high end casino, like say Wynn has a Tiffany and Co on site as it's jeweler. Go to Treasure Island and they have this shop (me thinks the pirates took all the treasures and just left the cubic zirconias behind).

Oh, and we have another contender for the weird food award - spotted this tonight in a gift shop (did not buy or eat it, sounded too gross even for me).

Back to Vancouver tomorrow.

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Guess the curtain had to close some time...

Well, tonight I fly to Canada, drawing to a close my second sojourn to New York in 6 months. Just like at Christmas I have seen a total of 16 shows (15 on Broadway, 1 off) in the past two weeks. I went through Playbill and the ones currently playing that I haven't seen are very very small in number. Still pissed that Jesus Christ Superstar closed early.

The non-theater highlight of the last few days was seeing the Space Shuttle Enterprise. The exhibit opened on Thursday, and I was there, lined up in the rain with every other space nerd this side of the Hudson river on day 2. It is HUGE. They don't let you in it, you are only allowed to walk around it, but still it was something to be in awe of.

Part of what I found entertaining was the pictures and history of the shuttle that was in the pavilion. There was video of it being transported to it's home on the Hudson river atop an airplane (this pic is actually of it being transported on a special plane for its first flight in the 1970's).

But my fav picture by far was the one below. NASA had intended on naming the shuttle Constitution, but in the 1970's fans of the original Star Trek series petitioned President Ford to call her Enterprise. NASA caved, and the crew of the other Enterprise were invited (flared trousers and all) to be there when she was launched.

You had to walk across the top of an aircraft carrier (the Intrepid) to get to see the space ship. Weather wise, it was not a great day for a stroll across the top of an aircraft carrier...

Well I also have a few outstanding theater reviews from the past few days. First up we have the British comedy 1 Man, 2 Guvnors.

This was hilarious, but not because of the writing. The funniest moments of this show were the impromptu ones. James Corden (who you might recall from Gavin & Stacey) lost it completely, twice. He fell totally out of character, and would instead revert to the performer/audience banter of a stand up comic. Then someone in the rest of the cast would run on with a line and try to remind him to get back on track. The funniest moment came when one actor came on stage during one of these moments looking pissed. James (between giggles) told the audience that this guy had three lines, and the guy in the audience who had been talking back to James just ruined two of them. At one point Corden was laughing so hard he was crying. There was a running gag in the show about Australia that I must confess went over my head. Might need to google it...or ask a Brit to explain it to me.

Friday night was Newsies. I'm not going to say much about this. I was underwhelmed. I suspect part of my disappointment came when I realized the Jeremy Jordan playing the lead was the guy that was in Bonnie & Clyde, and not the one hit wonder from my teenage days...

Saturday afternoon was Peter and The Starcatcher.

This play is to Peter Pan what Wicked is to The Wizard of Oz. It sets out to explain why Peter wants to stay a boy (though not forever as we have been led to believe, just "for a while"), how he gets the ability to fly, and exactly how he becomes Hook's Nemesis. It also explains why Hook has a hook, and you get some insight into why Wendy was the girl Peter sought out in London. They are making a movie out of this, but I am not sure it is going to translate well to film. The charm of this is that it is done like a group of kids playing make believe. The costumes, the sets, everything in this is about you using your imagination to see what the characters want you to see, and not about what is on the stage. It is fantastically clever in that respect.

Saturday night was Mama Mia! Now this is not my fav show. I contemplated going back to see Once again, but instead bought a ticket to this as I had only ever seen it in Australia and not on Broadway. It was okay, but I wish I had seen something else instead. I love ABBA (what Eurovision fan doesn't), but I find this trite. Does that make me sound like a theater snob???

Sunday afternoon was End of the Rainbow

This is set in London in late 1968 and is about Judy Garland and Micky Deans. Judy really was a tragic figure, and I have to say if Micky Deans was anything like he was portrayed he was a complete jerk who probably sped up the death of Garland. The woman who played Garland was amazing. It's gotta be tiring to play someone that f$&@ed up each and every night.

Today I also partook in a Broadway tradition and had a per-theatre meal at Sardi's. Jodie Foster was there. I loved it. Food was fantastic. When you walk in the first question they ask everyone is "so, what are you seeing today?". I sat underneath the charactiture of Melanie Griffiths. Whilst I was there though, I had a thought, I need to summarize the hits and misses of the past 2 weeks with my own little awards ceremony. The Tony awards are named for Antoinette Perry, so perhaps we can call these the "Bellies" (I've had too much coffee today to come up with anything cleverer!). So, without further to do, the winners are:

Fav show of the past 2 weeks - it's a tie! Between Once and Nice Work If You Can Do It

Least fav show of the past 2 weeks - Newsies (with Mama Mia! A close second)

Show that make me laugh so hard at one point I accidentally smacked my head into the seat in front of me (seriously...) - Nice Work If You Can Do It

Fav Actor - James Earle Jones from The Best Man (who wouldn't pick Darth Vader?)

Fav Actress - Cristin Milioti from Once

Song that I hummed the whole walk home and then downloaded from iTunes - Falling Slowly from Once

Worst behaved audience - Mama Mia! (ugh, talking, cellphones, photos, kids kicking chairs...turns out though that I can still shut people up with my famous finance meeting death stare...)

Rudest Ushers - Mama Mia! (possibly because of the rudeness of their audience...)

Most Tears (from me) - tie between Rent and Once (only because I was ready this time for the bit in Jersey Boys that makes me cry).

Number of times the word "wow" crossed my mind during Bring It On - I lost count...I have a new respect for cheerleaders (of the gymnastic type, not the pompom type)

Celeb that surprised me the most - Ricky Martin. Turns out he can do more than just shake his bon bon.

Most ill placed sound effect - the subway trains running under Studio 54 during Harvey.

I have relalised something today as well (and this may be filed under too much information for some of you...). After many, many years of using a handbag that sat on one shoulder, and then moving to one that goes across my body over the last few months, I have sustained an "injury" of sorts. Because of the way it sits across my body, it pushes my left boob up, and my right one down. I realized this morning when I put a fitted shirt on that my left book currently sits higher than my right. I have wonky boobs. Do you reckon they compensate for that through travel insurance???

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Belinda's Broadway Bender - Act 2

I am loving being in a big city. Well, most of the time. The main thing I don't love? The stupid New Yorkers and tourists who think that you can walk down a crowded street or through Times Square whilst tweeting or updating your Facebook status. You are blocking the flow of foot traffic, causing congestion, and are seconds away from being knocked on your butt from someone else not paying attention to where they are going. Traffic flow people! It is important. Am also still miffed by the dude on the motorbike who had the iPod and iPad mounted on his handle bars. Both were on. He was watching a movie and listening to music and riding his bike with NYC traffic all at once. I have no words for this...

Seriously distracted right now - Leno has on Newt Gingrich and Snookie. I feel like I am in the Twilight Zone watching these two have a conversation...

So, I think I got up to Thursday in my last post. Friday I went to see Evita. With Ricky Martin. I also met Heidi Klum. Friday the 13th was a good day for me.

I had been off in search of lunch and wandered past Barnes and Noble and saw a line. I asked who the line was for and couldn't believe it when they said Heidi was there with the new Project Runway book. $25 later I had a copy of the book, a purple wrist band, and I too was in line to see the supermodel herself (those of you on FB will have seen the pic of me and Heidi). This is my book. Yup, that says "To Belinda, Hugs & Kisses, Love Heidi". If only Tim Gunn had been there as well...

Then it as off to see Ricky.

Ricky's pop career really undersold his mad skills on stage. I lost it a little with the people sitting next to me about halfway through the first act. They would not shut the *#%$ up. So, I reminded them that I paid to come hear Ricky sing, not listen to them crap on, so could they please shut the hell up. They didn't say a word for the remainder of show. Not even at interval. Belinda FTW.

Saturday was double header day. In the afternoon I started with a play that I read about a thousand times in high school and wrote a number of essays on for Theater class (to this day I am somewhat miffed as to where the obsession with both Tennessee Williams came from - I think I even own a copy of this script for this play somewhere...).

This was a "all African American revival" of the play. Blair Underwood was Stanley (I loved him When I was a teenager as well - LA Law was my fav tv show). Wood Harris (from The Wire) was Mitch. It was a good production, but I think a lot of the audience were not sure what to expect, and seemed to treat it as a comedy at inappropriate times (I've never laughed when Stanley beats a pregnant Stella, or when he rapes Blanche, but some people found that funny...). It has been pointed out that this could have been nervous laughter. Here's hoping.

Saturday night was however intentionally funny. And good fun. And not just for the audience. I went to see Matthew Broderick in "Nice Work If You Can Get It".

The cast seemed to be having a blast on stage, and just kept loosing it in fits of giggles. On more that one occasion a cast member had to put their back to the audience to compose themselves. Matthew Broderick also ended up in a vicious giggle circle. He'd have a little giggle, the audience would giggle, which would make him giggle more, which made us giggle more. And on it went. It was just a good, fun, screwball comedy.

On Sunday, I did not go to the theater. Shocking I know. Pick yourselves up off the floor. It's okay, nothing is wrong. I just instead got to spend the day with the lovely Harri, who was also in town (though the poor thing has to work). Harri was a very responsible friend. She had me eat fruit for morning tea (well, apple strudel is fruit, right?). We then hit one of my fav cupcake places (that was lunch...) and wandered Manhattan.

On Monday, I once again skipped the theater (I repeat, there is nothing wrong). I instead got up early, and hopped a New Jersey transit train to Princeton Junction (which is so much easier to do when the Jets are not playing the Giants at Meadowlands!). Karen and Monique were kind enough to take me to Philly for the day, where we had lunch, a tour of Mon's old neighborhood (which included the spot of her mugging, and a wander past the prison that once held Al Capone) and then a trip to the newly opened Barnes Museum. Barnes was an eccentric character (his dog would respond to his correspondence...) but the man had a great collection of artwork. Over 200 Renoirs, and countless Picassos and Matisses. I even have a new fav painting. It is called "Scouts Attacked By A Tiger". Something about it spoke to me....

On Tuesday it was back on the wagon and headed to Jersey Boys. I loved the warning in the foyer of the theater...

...particularly as I had heard some of this "jersey vocabulary" the previous evening at Newark station when the train guards threw someone off for behaving badly.

It was quite the Italian day actually. I had snuck back to a place called Eatly that Harri had showed me for lunch. It was awesome. This was lunch

Walking home from Jersey Boys though the crowds were unusually big in Times Square. Traffic seemed to be gridlocked and in chaos too. When I got to about 47th I saw the signs and worked out why... The Goodwife was shooting and had closed down several blocks.

I may have mentioned earlier that I had a ticket to see Jesus Christ Superstar (for last Sunday I believe) but they closed it early due to poor sales. I had to laugh at all of the signage outside the theater (it was across the street from Jersey Boys). Getting tickets wasn't the problem, I had one...

Today, being Wednesday, was also a double header day. It however started with a trip to 30 Rock to do the NBC Studio Tour. I had the theme music from the tv show 30 Rock in my head the whole day.

We got to visit the studios for Dr Oz, some NFL show I'd never heard of, the newsroom, and Saturday Night Live. The SNL set is in disarray at the moment. The walls have been replaced with the London skyline, the audience seats replaced with banks of computers and statisticians (looked like a telethon), endless monitors (which they were testing), and the stages had been turned into lots of small sound booths. NBC is apparently covering every single event that involves and American, and a large number of them will have their commentary done in studio 8 in NYC. Apparently NBC sent over 1000 staff to London to cover the games. I really only did the tour because they are hosted by an NBC Page. No Kenneth though.

I headed to the theater to see Clybourne Park. It was very clever. Same actors, same location in both acts, but act 1 was set in 1959, and act 2 in 2009. In 1959 an all white neighborhood was dealing with an African American family moving in, and in 2009 the African Americans in the neighborhood were dealing with white folk wanting to knock down a house and try to change the neighborhood. Not often you go to the theater and hear the c-bomb dropped...

I have no picture of the marquee, because I walked out into chaos. Thunder, lighting (that was HITTING BUILDINGS!!!!), torrential rain, hail and high winds. There were warnings about being on the street because of the lightning (people were actually screaming with some of the strikes that were really close) so I hunkered down in a Thai restaurant over the street and finally made it home about 2 hours later (with a ruined pair of shoes).

Tonight, it was Sally-Anne's choice, and Sal decided I should go see Bring It On - The Musical.

I admit I had low expectations, but this was awesome. The cast were almost all Broadway virgins, and over half were cheerleaders and the routines were impressive (though on more than one occasion I covered my eyes in case they dropped the flyer). The songs and dialogue were also very funny. Not surprisingly really given that the book was written by the author that bought us Avenue Q (I love those naughty muppets). It helped that it was a different plot to the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

On the way home tonight I popped into Walgreens to grab a drink. I saw this in the fridge. Is it just me or is a "nutrition shake" in the "cake batter" flavor just....wrong?

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Belinda's Broadway Bender - Part 1

Well I made it to NYC. It wasn't when I planned it, or how I planned it, but I made it. It was a loooong Sunday. I had thought my flight was at 7am, but when I checked it the day before, discovered it was 7pm. Thankfully it only cost me $10 to add an extra day on my Disney pass, so I spent most of the day riding the "Midway Madness" ride (hour in line, 4 minute ride, then back in line - it has the longest wait of any ride at Disney). Anyway, I won't go through a blow by blow of what happened between 4pm Sunday when I got to Orlando airport, and 2pm Monday when I finally landed in NYC, except to say that the trip back to the airport in the morning was a bit hairy. A clearly tired an emotional passenger decided to take it out on the poor old courtesy bus driver at the hotel. As a result, he refused to take any of us (don't blame him really). A few of us, worried we would miss the plane, caught a cab instead. We also gave the airline check in staff a heads up about the mood of the incoming passengers. The result of being first, and being nice? We got moved to the only vacant seats on flights to NYC that morning on another airline. Our flight? Well it got cancelled eventually and because there was a NASCAR race on all the flights were full and the others had to wait another day. American Airlines fail.

Anyway, I made it. My hotel is dead smack bang in Times Square. This is the view from my room on the 40th floor.

The main difference between Times Square in summer and Times Square in Winter? In Summer you get all the naked cowboys and cowgirls among the buskers. The ones below are of the right age and build to be doing this. The lady in her 80's wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and some star shaped pasties that I saw yesterday may want to rethink her life choices...

I also saw Snoop Dogg in Times Square. Fo shizzle! He was coming out of one of the studios there. Dude is super skinny is real life, and he keeps his braids done up with hair ties I think I stopped wearing when I was about 5...

There is of course the usual array of weirdos in Times Square, who are hard to avoid when you are staying so centrally. This morning I walked out of my hotel and was high-fived by Batman. There was also a very creepy looking Mickey Mouse.

So, as always, I am here to go to the theater. On Monday night, I started off-Broadway with Rent. Now Rent was good, I liked it, but it was slightly ruined by the fact that halfway through the second act I had a "Hobo With A Shotgun" moment. The joke won't mean much to 99.3% of you, but suffice to say, I blame my friend Matt for ruining any dying moment of a stripper/hooker on film or stage. I had taken the handbag without tissues, which was a bad move. On the upside, I had forgotten to put mascara on (small miracles).

Tuesday night I went to see Once. I hadn't done my homework on this one. I bought the ticket on the basis of an email from my Mum telling me about all the Tony awards they had won. Turns out it is based on a movie (which I also hadn't seen). It was however a very pleasant surprise. The music was lovely, and the dialogue was so much funnier than I expected, but once again, I needed the damn tissues. This wasn't sad in the dying-drag-queen way that Rent was, but more sad in a tragic-what-could-have-been kind of way. Sweet sad. Which I think it worse.

Wednesday was double header day! Even better - the first thing I had done Wednesday morning was go to Walgreens and buy a travel sized pack of tissues (which of course I haven't needed since...).

First up was the Sister Act matinee. It has Raven Symone (from The Cosby Show) in the Whoopi Goldberg lead. I hadn't seen this at Christmas because I thought it would be tacky. I was so wrong. This was fun. I think I smiled through the entire second act. There were real nuns, in real habits, in the audience. And no, I did not breathe a word about snow leopards (sorry, yet another joke only 3 of you will get!). My only issue with this was that Raven was clearly uncomfortable with the dancing, and looked so awkward. Girl can sing though. And she has great comic timing. I'm not a religious person, but for some reason I felt considerable guilt at laughing at the giant disco ball in the shape of virgin Mary on stage...

That evening was defiantly a star studded affair. I went to see The Best Man. The premise of the play is that they are at the 1960 convention to decide a presidential nominee (they never reveal if they are Republican or Democratic). The cast included James Earle Jones, John Larroquette, Cybill Shepherd, John Stamos, Kristin Davis and Angela Lansbury. It took me the whole first act to get over the fact that Jessica Fletcher was a party powerhouse, and that Uncle Jesse from Full House had married Charlotte from Sex and The City. The hardest obstacle however was that Darth Vader was the outgoing President of the United States. Every time I closed my eyes when he was talking I could hear only Vader. The premise of the first act was the candidates (Stamos and Larroquette) were waiting to hear from the President which one of them he would endorse at the convention. I totally just wanted him to tell one of them he was their father...

Tonight, it was Harvey, starring Jim Parsons of The Big Bang Theory fame. Anyone who knows this play and his Big Bang character knows that this is perfect casting. The characters of Elwood and Sheldon have a lot in common. The biggest difference is that where Sheldon is sane ("I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested") Elwood is believed to be hallucinating his friend Harvey. I read the interview with Parsons in the PlayBill and he was talking about how he finds it interesting how many people get to a point in the play where they see Harvey on stage. Even more interesting how many people will admit it. This was the conversation everyone had as they were leaving the theater "did you see Harvey?". Strangely I had a moment where they were all acting so much like the six foot three bunny was there with them on stage I believed the bunny was there. Not sure what that says about me...

I am a teeny bit excited about tomorrow night. Ricky Martin. In Evita. Saturday night involves Matthew Broderick. Am yet to work out what to see Sunday (had a ticket to Jesus Christ Superstar, but I may have been the only one, as they closed it early).

I am once again living on cupcakes (bad New York). There is a Sephora next to my hotel so I have expanded the nail polish collection (bad New York). The Walgreens across the street are also now doing a roaring trade in York peppermint paties and pretzel m&m's thanks to me (baaaaaad New York). I love this city.

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The pushiest place on earth

Dear people of the United States of America, the name "Belinda" is not "weird", not "unusual", and (judging by the fact that there were three of us in my year 8 maths class alone) not "unique". I do not get why every other word I say here is understood, but NOBODY understands me when I say my own name. I have never had this problem in any other country in the world. I despise being called "Melinda". There is only one person in the world that gets away with that, so unless you are a Dutchman named Erik, you can't call me that. At Christmas I took to telling people my name was simply Linda (or when the chick at Starbucks even struggled with that I simplified it further and used my Mum's middle name). Here at Disney World though, I realized that there was a shortening of my name that they would understand, so I have been telling anyone that asks that my name is Bel, and just like magic, people now understand what I am saying! Of course sharing a name with a Disney Princess means that everyone wants to put the word "princess" in front of your given name, but I can deal with that :)

So, I have spent the past week at the "happiest place of earth". Thing is, in July, it ain't that happy. It is hot (I currently have an awesome farmers tan, including a tan line across my chin where I failed to reapply the sunscreen and the hat clearly only covered about 98% of my face...), and it is crowded, and this is bringing out the worst in some people. I have been pushed and shoved so many times this week. I mean seriously people, if you didn't want to spend your vacation in a queue, why on earth choose to spend it at a Disney park? Lining up is the main attraction at these places! Next time go fishing instead...

Was highly amused that the very first character I walked into on day 1 was Peter Pan. Peter and I had a good chat. I told him all about how he was my Mummy's fav character (for those that don't know the story, that is a big fat lie, Peter and Mum got into a "disagreement" at Disney Land on Mum's birthday a few years back when he called her old). Peter decided he needed to make my Mum a gift, so he got a leaf off a tree and stole someone's pen and made this

I decided that if I saw a character, I would ask for a picture, and see how many I could get. I managed about 30 characters in total. The most amusing part was the in-character conversations I got to have. Every princess wanted to know if, given I was from Australia, I knew their friend Nemo. Ariel asked me if I took the EAC to get to Disney World, Tiana thought it was quite the lily pad jump, Cinderella thought it was quite the carriage ride, and Jasmine thought it was quite the magic carpet ride. Rapunzel was the funniest. She saw my "1st visit" badge, came barreling over and excitedly yelled "oh my, your first trip out of the tower, how exciting!!!". It is very hard to keep a straight face and play along some times.

I was at Disney for the fourth of July, this meant lots of red, white and blue, and lots of fireworks.

Gave the phrase "lit up like fairyland" all new meaning.

They even did the castle up in red, white and blue and stars.

At the electrical parade they even ended it with a lit up flag of lights, held by, what else, an eagle...

The electrical parade was very cool. Thee was a dragon

And just for Mum, Captain Hook's ship, complete with Peter Pan...

I made it to Epcot as well (on the monorail, of course).

Epcot was fun, though it hasn't dated well. It felt like 1986.

There were lots of cool things as Epcot. They have a coke pavilion where you can try different drinks from Round the world. I went with the ginger ale from Mozambique.

They had a great Finding Nemo pavilion at Epcot. There was a ride, and even an aquarium. You could even go and learn dive hand signals. I think this guy is doing some of the most boring dives known to man...Not much to see in that tube.

You could see all sorts of animals in the aquarium, like this seahorse (see, I do know what a seahorse looks like...).

I've eaten some interesting food this week as well. There was my fourth of July hotdog, with it's Mac & cheese topping

Then there was the hamburger that was really a cupcake. Complete with sugar cookie "fries"

And then there was the decision to ruin a perfectly good coca cola with ice cream and try a coke float (won't be having one of these again...yuck)

Tomorrow I am headed back to big apple for a fortnight. Very excited. Belinda's Broadway Bender, take 2!

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