I love musicals. Brent has tolerated musicals for me in the past (although he always - without fail - asks me why the cast feels the need to sing about everything).
Brent loves The Jersey Shore. I have tolerated The Jersey Shore during its run and always - without fail - wondered aloud how many STDs the cast members have contracted over the years.
And this is how it typically is with Brent and I - one of us will tolerate something the other loves because we know the other one loves it.
However, I have had several strokes of genius recently in which I have come up with perfect solutions to problems (the cheap unlimited car wash being one of them).
So how to solve the problem of one of us liking musicals and the other liking The Jersey Shore? Simple. I bought tickets for Jersey Shore: The Musical.
Brilliant.
After eating a delicious meal of grass-fed burgers, sweet potato fries, and Wisconsin cheese fries, we headed to the show. The first hour of the 90-minute show parodied the actual show, and the last half hour or so was dedicated to what happened to the cast members after the show ended.
The first hour was stomach-achingly funny. Among the cast's major pluses: Angelina being played by a man, Snookie's fantastic acting skills, Pauly D's spot-on depiction of his character's mannerisms ("SCRAMBLED EGGS - OH YEAH!"), and The Situation showing his (makeup-enhanced) abs every two minutes.
Extra bonus points were awarded after I ran into the guy who plays The Situation on my way to the bathroom. He proceeded to hit on me in character: ("Hey, baby. You come to see a show? 'Cause the show's right here [shows abs].")
The second portion of the show paled in comparison to the humor of the first half, but had its moments.
Now if I could only apply this genius to coming up with brilliant ideas at work, I'd be on the fast track to office window status!
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