windy city
Went to see a late afternoon Chicago musical yesterday. T'is a light entertaining show--with dazzling lights, nice legs and fishnet stockings, dramatic moves, catchy tunes and brazen, straightforward lyrics--quite fit for a Friday night out. I guess Chicago is better than the ones I've seen before. Les Mis was a treat from my suddenly cultured Uncle Doug. Only a few hours after our exhausted landing in New York, he dragged us to the performance--Overwhelmed by the fame of Victor Hugo's masterpiece, me and my brother were pinching ourselves trying to stay awake. Fell asleep nevertheless, and now all I can remember about the show was the gigantic ship props moving about on the stage. Then there was Miss Saigon which I find the theme rather disgusting--How annoying is the assumption that once people are introduced to American values they will see the light? The stereotypical weak Asian female (Note: Thank God she's Vietnamese not us Chinese) longing for the arms of a white male, and the black-and-white divisions between wealth and poverty, good and evil... Hope these values only exist during the Vietnam War and are far behind us now. This leaves the only noteworthy part about the show with the helicopter take-off, or was it landing? Anyways, there was this amusing American tourist wearing a noisy red vest sitting behind us last night. Oh what a jolly and optimistic character--giving his unabashed remarks, and enthusiastically responding to every single act. There was one time he actually belt out a tune himself. His famous quote said just before the performance began, "OK, good luck everyone".