We also saw four shows - Mary Poppins, Spring Awakening, Wicked and Hairspray. I loved them all, of course, although I discovered I have a little PTSD from my brother watching the Mary Poppins movie 100,000 times when he was very young. Each show was such a thrill and so positive - I've said this before, but I can't really think of anything that makes me feel as happy and transported as going to a show. Today was hellish at work, and I danced around on my tippy-toes singing "Popular" to myself all day.
I should say that I had one eyeball open for blogger sightings all weekend. I'm just certain that every person I run into in the City is going to be either JMG or Manhattan Chowder, just as I was waiting to see Durban Bud around each corner in DC, and hoping for a Sizzle or a Matter-sighting in Seattle. No dice.