The Rent Lottery!

I mean...you knew we were going to win, right?

There's just no way we weren't going to.

Life is too perfect. Things just work out.

God bless the sweet baby jesus.



I met KG at the theater at 5:30 to line up for the daily ticket lottery.

Each day they award two front-row seats to 17 people for the cheapo price of $20 a ticket.



The show ends its twelve-year run in September. As such, hundreds of people showed up trying to win the tickets.

I gave $2 to the homeless man outside the theater in exchange for instant karma.

We filled out our cards...



And at 6pm they started calling out the names of the winners.

We waited...and waited...

...and with only two names remaining to be called...we won.




With two hours before showtime, we celebrated with Italian food.




Finally...it was showtime.

Our seats were ridiculous.



Seriously, we were so close that the actors continually showered us with spit as they sang.








The show was INCREDIBLE.

I'd seen the movie. And I loved it. But the live show is exponentially better and blew me away.

Tracie Thoms, who plays Joanne in the movie, played the same role onstage tonight. The girl who played Mimi had the sickest body I have ever seen. And every single singer, down to even the minor background characters, had an incredible voice.

It. Was. So. Good.

Watching Rent on the heels of Spring Awakening made me realize what a totally uninspired turdfest the latter show is.

KG left the theater skipping and singing.



As I pranced out of the theater into Times Square, I pretty much felt as good as you possibly can about life.

NYC is so awesome.

I have to live here soon.

Spring Awakening!

Ahh...the theater.

So wonderful.

So New York.

So damn expensive.




Happily, there is a powerful little man who has a crush on me.

As such, we got ridiculous seats for $0.00.



Prior to the show we had an hour to kill. So, we made a duck friend...



Hit up the Olive Garden...



Had a dinner buffet (bad idea) and drinks at the revolving restaurant (awful idea) on top of the Marquis.



And finally hit the show.

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The show...was entertaining...

All the songs were written by singer/songwriter and Brown grad Duncan Sheik. (He had the big 90's single "Barely Breathing" )








Honestly...I liked it...but...I didn't love it.

None of the songs really stood out or made me want to run home and dance around in my underwear and dry-hump my couch in a Rent/Hairspray kind of way.

The set was very simple and didn't change much.

There were few clothing changes.

And there was one dude who was always distractingly off during synchronized choreography sequences.

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There was, however, on-stage masturbation (with singing), nudity (if you count a bare ass and exposed little mosquito-bite boobs), and a song where they say "fuck" like 80 times.

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Not really the kind of show you'd want to bring grandma to.

(See: "Brokeback Mountain might night be suitable for grandparents...")