Book of Mormon

The kids, the wife and I went and saw the Book of Mormon in NYC yesterday. 2PM show. Got into the City around noon, had a nice lunch at a reasonable Italian place (reasonable for the city; $150.00 for the four of us), then went to the show.

It wasn’t what I was expecting. If you don’t know, the play is written by the guys who do South Park. I was expecting the same level of 4th grade humor demonstrated on the cartoon. Is there lots of foul language? Yep. Did I have to squirm in my seat because my 16 year old son and 19 year old daughter were also watching it? Not really (the funny this is, my daughter actually stated that she was relieved when she saw my wife and I were laughing at most of it).

I wouldn’t recommend it to anybody who was devoutly Mormon; in fact, I wouldn’t recommend it to anybody who was devoutly Muslim, Christian or Jewish.

Well written, well acted, well sung. And I still got home in time to watch the end of the Pats Chiefs game.

Then another interesting thing happened: My son rented “The Martian” on PPV. My plan was to watch the Cards Packers game in the other room while the 3 of them watched Matt Damon. The movie started first. I ended up going between the movie and the game, and in the end, I watched the last hour of the movie without even going into the other room for score checks.

I don’t know what’s happening; the me of 20 years ago would have been SICK that I was watching a mere movie while playoff football was on. Maybe it is a sign I’m starting to mature into an adult. If so, it only took 51 years. Roxy Music comes to mind: “The colors were brighter, the trees were taller, when you were young”. Two theories on that regard; either football doesn’t mean as much to me as it used to because I’m older and wiser, or the game itself isn’t what it was back when I was a rabid football fan. Maybe it’s both, or neither.