let the sun shine!

Just an update: Hair was awesome. Just amazing. I really did get a little choked up at the end, and it wasn't from the pot smoke. In the car on the way home, my fiance's cousin gave her assessment: "So, I'm not so sure what that was all about. There's the guy that wants to go to war, and then everybody gets stoned?" Let's just say she doesn't seem to be all that politically-minded.

And, since I know you're all dying to know, while members of the cast, including future brother-in-law, did indeed get naked, the way the stage was lit precluded any schlong measuring or nipple-gawking. Thank god because even though our seats were waaaay in the back, this was a smallish cabaret theater, so the waaay back really wasn't all that far back.

The other highlight of the weekend was attending the wedding of an ex-coworker of my fiance. It was a smallish, modest affair, though they did, to our great pleasure, spring for the all-night open bar. Unfortunately, they decided to cut corners on the DJ. I'm not sure if he was chosen randomly or was a friend of the family, but he was pretty much a reincarnation of that Chris Farley motivational speaker character from SNL. Seriously. He was overweight, disheveled, loud, boorish, and worst of all (or best of all, from an entertainment perspective) DRUNK. We're pretty sure he was drinking straight whiskey. And he'd yell into the microphone, causing very unpleasant reverberations. We were expecting him to follow "AND NOW, PLEASE WELCOME, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, THE NEW, MR. AND MRS., JOHN SMITH" with "WHO'LL BE LIVING IN A VAAAAN, DOWN BY THE RIVERrrraaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!" I am not exaggerating. Seriously. He also got out on the dance floor to strut his stuff to the horrible techno music he chose for the occassion (which was only slightly more tolerable than the Kenny G and Chuck Mangione numbers he played during dinner). But a good time was had by all, and also, I looked pretty hot in my new dress. Not that it was about me or anything...