"Elitist feminist? You can't do that to the English Language."

Two days in New York without getting raped or mugged. I'm calling Guiness. Wicked would've been a whole lot better had we A) not had a horde of annoying, screeching, paper crackling, little preteen girls behind us and B) had we been closer to the stage. The whole family was a fan, which was a surprise seeing has how one of my first childhood memories was all of us watching West Side Story together and coming up with different ways to kill ourselves everytime they broke out into song. We split up later with half touring the city while the other half went to Dirty Rotten Scoundrels down on 45th. Not quite as good as Wicked, but worth it to see John Lithgow and Joanna Gleason on stage. Tonight sees Glengarry Glen Ross with ol' Hawkeye and George Bluth themselves, Alan Alda and Jeffery Tambor. My point, I like Broadway.