Stomptastic

My friend Joan took me to dinner and a show last night as a late birthday present. First we went to Friday's Roast Beef house, where we devoured a coronary inducing volume of cow flesh. Moooooooo! After the gorgefest, we went to see Stomp at the National Arts Centre. What an amazing show! Who would have thought that so many everyday items could be used as percussion instruments, such as push brooms, boxes of wooden matches, whisks and dustpans, kitchen sinks, plungers, bits of rubber tubing, zippo lighters, and even folding metal chairs. This was all interspersed with bits of comic relief throughout the acts. There was even some audience participation involved. If you haven't seen this show yet, I highly recommend it. If there's one piece of advice I can give, it's don't sit there shouting out "Hey! Where's all the singin' cats?!". Apparently, the ushers don't have much of a sense of ha ha about that sort of stuff. Who knew?