Urinetown, now no longer at the Colonial, was amazing. It always takes me a few moments to figure out why much of the cast has strange unsightly warts in the middle of their foreheads, until I identify the microphones, but that's just me. We were in the next-to-front row, one of the two rows that was split by a little walkway coming forwards into the audience, so the action was all very close. Very meta, and both hilarious and depressing. But depressing in a funny way. Hail Malthus!
"Everything in its time, Little Sally. You're too young to understand it now, but nothing can kill a show like too much exposition."And, another pair of socks - "butterfly lace", not that you can really see the pattern in the colorwork. After this, I'm working on a lace tablecloth, which I find a little frustrating, because lace is a lot harder to fix mistakes in than anything else. The tablecloth is "Rose of England" - a picture of someone else's finished version is here: here.
"How about bad subject matter?"
"Or a bad title, even? That could kill a show pretty good."