Second off...I was planning to be merely another attendee at a friend's Tony party, but you know...shit happens, and the Significant Other and myself spent most of the day running about like chickens with our heads cut off, helping poor Terry get everything back up to snuff.
The party went off swimmingly. Especially since there was a pool, and some of us actually did swim at some point in the evening.
Oh, and there was seafood. Lots of yummy shimp, and scallops, and mussels, and clams. It was a lot like Howard Johnson's, but without the indigestion afterward.
I was pretty much the only person predicting that Avenue Q would win Best Musical. And, of course, I was right, and gloated about it insufferably. I like Wicked just fine, but The Boy from Oz should be re-titled The Boy from Hunger...listening to the CD is painful. (Is there a CD of Caroline, or Change out, or planned?)