I'm kinda sorta taking the weekend off blogging. But somehow, I keep finding my way back here to read blogs. It's an addiction...plain and simple.
Allie and I went to see "Hairspray" yesterday afternoon because, well, because it's a musical obviously. And I thought I would share my review. It was pure cotton candy. Syrupy sweet, fluffy, not a lot of substance, but a whole lot of fun. John Travolta was distracting in drag (with what I thought was a horrible Baltimore accent), but the girl who played Tracy Turnblad was delightful. She was adorable and wonderfully talented. I don't know how you could keep from smiling all the way through. In fact I am still smiling.
Allison and I have been walking around singing "Good Morning Baltimore!" all day long, which is oddly the only line I can remember, much to The Man and Brandon's annoyance. Ben's singing it now too, which is not annoying at all, it's pure adorableness. Of course.
It was a bowl of singing, dancing, ratted hair happiness, served with a healthy message of accepting those who are different. Good stuff.
Can you tell I liked it?