It was fab and, even better, we got to see our very own buddy Jacob as Curly. In an unfortunate turn of events, my camera was unable to make the show so here are a few supplementary visuals so you can really feel like you were there. (Because, ya know, I ne'er shy away from a public display of my AMAZING art skills.)
Before the feminist movement:
I wish I could give you a transcript of the running commentary between Liz and I but most of it would be inappropriate to repeat and had to do with Jake's jeans and the tightness of such. (Oh, man. He is so gonna punch me next time we meet.)
Here's just a sampling of what was thought/said during the show.(Yeah, Karen, I don't know why you look like a deranged toddler in this picture. And Gretch, sorry about how giant your head looks.)
Kim: I think it's completely appropriate to sing along to all the songs.
Gretchen: It's not. Trust me.
Kim: I'll just do it quiet.
Liz: Do you smell smoke? Is there a fire?
Karen: I am the girl who can't say no!
Whitney: How did I get roped into going out in public with these people?
Kim(singing): . . . with fringe on top!
Aahh, too bad you missed it folks. It was a night to remember.