Tiger & Hairspray

I couldn't resist. That's Tiger taking his leisure among the books on a bottom shelf. The boys are now five months old and they're still kittens, getting into kittensih trouble. We can't have any strings hanging down anywhere or they'll get after them. All the drape cords now have to be tied up beyond their reach; the chain on our overhead bedroom fan got attacked two nights ago with Tuffy not only turning on the light but also shutting off the fan. We didn't think he could possibly leap that high. We were wrong. But soon, too soon, as with darling children, they'll grow out of such behavior and then they'll be more serious adults. How sad that we all have to be adults for most of our lives.

We went to the Arizona Broadway Theatre last night for their production of Hairspray. One word best describes it: Energetic. I'm not a particular fan of rock music or the kind of dance that goes with it, but this one, set in 1962 Baltimore with young Tracy Turnblad trying to get onto a local televised dance show similar to American Bandstand, had me snapping my fingers along with the dancers. ABT has gotten so professional in all aspects of musical theatre and here again they didn't disappoint. Twenty-six cast members, about equally white and black, gave us this story of the early Civil Rights Movement as seen in Baltimore a long time ago, when Tracy and her friends took steps to integrate the then all white cast of The Corny Collins Show, culminating in the Miss Teenage Hairspray Pageant. It was a fun night at ABT, and the cocktails and meal were excellent. Next up is the more familiar Sound of Music. I can't wait to see what they do with that one.