I have always liked Monty Python, for as long as I can remember. I enjoy quite a bit of British humor, in fact, but Python has had a special place in my heart. That’s why when Spamalot was announced I was a giddy as a schoolgirl, but I didn’t have anyone to go with.
I assuaged my sadness by purchasing the cast recording and listening to it over, and over again.
Then the musical was showered with Tonys, and suddenly everyone wanted to see it, however, I was still without a theater going partner.
Fast forward to a few months ago and I find an email from my friend David in which he asks if I have any interest in seeing Spamalot. Dioi, I think to myself, of course I want to see it!
That’s how I found myself, with David, at the Shubert Theatre seeing a sold out performance of Spamalot on St. Patrick’s day.
Was it worth the $100 (not including the Amtrak ticket to NYC)?
Worth every damn penny.
If you have any interest at all in Monty Python, of if you like to laugh (and you know who you are) you should go see this musical (it is coming to Philly next year, but I would suggest seeing it on Broadway because that is just cooler).
I won’t prattle on and on about how great the show was (but it was), nor will I mention that the seats were tiny (they were), nor will I note that the woman who was seated next to me wasn’t thrilled to be sitting next to a fat dude (she wasn’t); let’s just say that I had a great time and leave it at that.
Thanks, David, for arranging all of this. You see, I am not good at organizing things like this. If left to my own devices I would have never seen Spamalot, however, I am very good at showing up on time when someone else organizes an outing.