New York
April 7, 2011

Latter Day Saints on Broadway!  With the F Word!

My friend David and I saw The Book of Mormon last night.  It was every bit as good as I hoped it would be.  Better, actually.  It’s a remarkable instance of the creators of a show having their cake and eating it, too . . . in a big way.  Meaning, the show has elements that are utterly profane and offensive, and yet overall it’s sweet and hopeful.  It’s not mean spirited at all, which is surprising, considering the ridiculous religion it’s portraying.

The performances are fantastic.  The two leads should share the Tony award . . . in fact, I really hope that’s what happens.

I highly recommend this show to anyone whose planning a trip to New York any time soon.

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For a brief moment, my delirious enjoyment of the show was derailed.  In the second act, there’s a wonderful number called “Spooky Mormon Hell Dream, ” depicting the horrors that commonly bedevil (to coin a phrase) worried young Mormons everywhere.  Somehow the theme of recurring anxiety triggered my own:  Money.

Yeah, even though I’m in the midst of a wonderfully beefy project, I have no work scheduled when it’s over yet, and I still haven’t gotten over the blind terror of post September 2008 contractor life.  It’s not been easy, and I have to continue to work hard to find new opportunities.

The Only Three Things I Worry About

• Money
• Health
• Actually, there isn’t a third thing