Q's Your Daddy
Among the various benefits of having surrendered one's out-of-state license plates and driver's license in favor of proud, blue, ram-bearing Nevada ones is that you can actually claim to be "local." And while being a local in Las Vegas is usually about as important as being a local in a place like Saskatoon, every once in a while the resort properties over on that one street... I can't quite remember what it's called, but it's got all those hotels and stuff... decide to hook us up.
Mysteriously, as though by some dark magic, a notice arrived in the mail last week from The Madame's educators' union advising us that the Wynn was doing a two-for-one deal on Avenue Q tickets for locals. Snap. Valentine's Day treat? Sounds good. We were on that like an ugly stick on somebody getting beaten up by one.
So, on Friday night, we headed down to that one street... damn, what is that street called... held our breath, and plunged into Steve Wynn's idea of sumptuous luxury. Yum. Orange and purple. Together at last. The theater that hosts the Q is, of course themed, but instead of being all Sesame Streety, it's actually done in an almost understated Art Deco style with large silk screens depicting each of the four seasons. Crystal and glass abound, as does highly polished glass, all of it leading up to the lobby bar. Since Avenue Q isn't like most other musicals -- and since the Wynn isn't like most other venues -- all sorts of booze and snacks -- including popcorn -- are available for purchase, and audience-members are encouraged to bring them in to the theater with them. The Madame and I opted for the specialty drink (called The Fuzzy Q), a glass that starts out with a whole airplane-sized bottle of amaretto poured into the bottom and finishes with frozen orange cream. Flawless victory.
And the show was outstanding. If you don't know about Avenue Q, then there's not much I can do to describe it to you other than this: it's as though Sesame Street grew up, got interested in social issues, kept the puppets, and added sex. Best song from the show: "The Internet is for Porn." Best moment of the show: the puppets declaring -- in the middle of a song -- that George Bush is "only temporary" eliciting wild applause from the crowd. I don't think I've laughed this much at live theater in years, so if you find yourself in New York, Las Vegas, or in a town that's hosting a touring production of the Q, do yourself a favor and check it out. In the words of Ali G, "it's amazing."
Mysteriously, as though by some dark magic, a notice arrived in the mail last week from The Madame's educators' union advising us that the Wynn was doing a two-for-one deal on Avenue Q tickets for locals. Snap. Valentine's Day treat? Sounds good. We were on that like an ugly stick on somebody getting beaten up by one.
So, on Friday night, we headed down to that one street... damn, what is that street called... held our breath, and plunged into Steve Wynn's idea of sumptuous luxury. Yum. Orange and purple. Together at last. The theater that hosts the Q is, of course themed, but instead of being all Sesame Streety, it's actually done in an almost understated Art Deco style with large silk screens depicting each of the four seasons. Crystal and glass abound, as does highly polished glass, all of it leading up to the lobby bar. Since Avenue Q isn't like most other musicals -- and since the Wynn isn't like most other venues -- all sorts of booze and snacks -- including popcorn -- are available for purchase, and audience-members are encouraged to bring them in to the theater with them. The Madame and I opted for the specialty drink (called The Fuzzy Q), a glass that starts out with a whole airplane-sized bottle of amaretto poured into the bottom and finishes with frozen orange cream. Flawless victory.
And the show was outstanding. If you don't know about Avenue Q, then there's not much I can do to describe it to you other than this: it's as though Sesame Street grew up, got interested in social issues, kept the puppets, and added sex. Best song from the show: "The Internet is for Porn." Best moment of the show: the puppets declaring -- in the middle of a song -- that George Bush is "only temporary" eliciting wild applause from the crowd. I don't think I've laughed this much at live theater in years, so if you find yourself in New York, Las Vegas, or in a town that's hosting a touring production of the Q, do yourself a favor and check it out. In the words of Ali G, "it's amazing."
posted by Buckwalter at 12:00 PM
1 Comments:
Oh yes... I would have to say though, that you had an advantage because you didn't know what was coming up. It was still wonderful though!!! If only I was still at Family Music, I would have called myself Lucy the Slut when you were Trekkie Monster... I loved how discreet they were with the puppet passing! Anyway... Have a good night!
-Mau
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