Legally Blonde

Just under two years ago we loaded up our motley crew and headed east for spring break (because we like to go against the grain like that).  We spent just over a week touring our nation’s capital and a few select touristy spots in New York City.  Since Jeff went to college in New York, seeing Times Square wasn’t that big a deal to him.  He’d been there, done that.  The rest of us though?  We were in awe.

We stayed smack dab in the middle of Times Square–which was no cheap expenditure, let me assure you.  It was, however, easier than trying to maneuver and find transportation to and fro with our four kids in tow.  Oh.  And we didn’t travel light.

This is a picture of us and our assorted belongings–standing just outside our hotel–waiting for Jeff to pull up with the car.  Inconspicuous tourists, right?

You may notice the advertisements for Legally Blonde (as in the Broadway version) just behind the kids.  They noticed.  Oh yes.  They noticed.  During the trip I took the older two girls to see Wicked and they were instantly hooked.  So when we came and went from our hotel throughout the remainder of the trip, those signs for Legally Blonde left them begging.  Pleading.  Salivating to go see just one more show before we left.

Considering that the Big Apple pretty much left us scraping our pockets for scraps, it wasn’t happening.

You can imagine, then, how THRILLED I was when I heard that the Broadway version of the show was coming to Tucson.  Because nothing says quality mother/daughter time quite like a plethora of pink and a lap dog named Bruiser.

Torri, Kennedy and I saw the show last night.  Them, all decked out in their pink shirts and pink earrings and pink bangles.  Me, dressed in brown from head to toe.  And don’t think they didn’t give me flack for it.  But I just don’t own pink.  Unlike Elle Woods, its not my signature color.

Apparently I’m not the only one because very few audience members donned pink.  Not that the pinklessness cut down on the fun; there was plenty of that!

If you like the movies, you’ll love the show.  And I like the movies, so yes, I loved the show.  Of all the shows I’ve seen, this one had more music and less speaking than any other.  The songs were catchy, if not downright addicting.  Which would normally be a good thing, right?  My problem was that one of the songs repeated the phrase, “Oh my God” countless times and I’m not really big on throwing that phrase around so I really could have done without having the lyrics stuck in my head.  But other than that the songs were great.

There were some mature themes (including mild language), so I’d caution against taking the youngest of kids, but the show is great for mature tweens/teens.  In fact, some of the humor (sexual innuendo wise) was lost on my fifteen-year-old.  For that I was thankful.  She did, though, have her fair share of laughs as did twelve-year-old Kennedy.

If you have the opportunity and the desire, this is one show I highly recommend.  It’s hilarious.  Great for a mother/daughter event or for a girlfriend’s night out.  Leave the guys at home; there was a man literally snoring in front of us.  No snores from our row though – we were, like, totally into it.

*This post is sponsored by Broadway in Tucson.  They were kind enough to offer me tickets to the show.  Their generosity, however, did not influence my opinions! *