An upbeat post.

Yesterday was Abby's present to closer2myself: the three of us went to go see Chicago, live at the Paramount. I squeed like a kid, personally. Aside from the fact that I love that musical, there were certain things I particularly adored: all the costumes were black. All of them. Occasionally, the black would be relieved by a white shirt, in the case of a few of the men. The lady playing Mama Morton is the same lady who did the gospel part of "Let It Be" in Across the Universe. (Wow, that woman has a set of pipes on her!) The orchestra was on the stage in what was described as a jury box. More amusingly, the cast interacted with them directly. For instance, Roxie, when showing off her headlines, handed the newspaper to the conductor and took over his baton for a bit, then told him she'd always wanted to try that. Or Billy Flynn told the conductor that if he played a real instrument, they'd give him a chair. The dancing was superb, the staging was fascinating, the singing was wonderful, and the crowd was fairly rowdy in its appreciation. (Amos was so appreciated that he was the one who got the standing ovation at the end. I am amused at the sheer amount of attention Mr. Cellophane garnered.)

Today is amezuki's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!) I am making a thrown-together birthday peach bread pudding. (I don't know if amezuki will want any, since he's generally iffy on sweets, but my son is slavering and drooling.) I had two leftover brioche rolls from yesterday and they go stale as soon as you look funny at them. So Tadlet tore them into bits and cracked the eggs for me. I used the last of the cream, and a lot of cinnamon and a tiny bit of vanilla and forgot the sugar until the end, so it won't be very sweet. Amezuki's going to his friend's house today, so my sister, my son and I, (and possibly closer2myself, if she wants) will be going to IKEA for Swedish meatballs. Yeah, I know, shut up. She needs a rug and a little end table, too. Tonight, Amezuki, Tadlet and I will do the dinner thing.