If I go to hell — and the heavenly jury, that persnickety bunch of fuss budgets, is still out on that — it won’t be because of any of the Commandments. It will have nothing to do with all those pens I took from newsrooms across northern and central Ohio, or the free HBO I did not report for almost two years. It will be because of a blasphemous little number called The Book of Mormon.
Who knew that a ticket to eternal damnation would cost $159.50 plus service and handling fees? I always thought that if I stood face to face with fire and brimstone it would be because of something I did to make money not spend it. It is surprisingly easy to go straight to hell. You can print your tickets at home or pick them up at will call.
I will take full blame, since it was my decision and I pulled the trigger on the ticket purchases. It was last summer and my husband, son and I were looking for a show to take in while on a trip to New York. As expected, everyone had an opinion, but that didn’t help.
Me: What do you guys want to see? Give me an idea so I can start to narrow it down and choose.
My son: Anything but Cats.
My husband: Cats! [Read more…] about When Broadway Sent Me to Hell