Ok, so I lied

Well, I thought that there was a chance that last post would be my final for the year. Not so. If you haven't read my year-end post yet, and are the sort of person who would want to, or think you might be, then by all means.

I'm not quite sure how much I made it a matter of public record (some of you know; at least of that I am certain) that I was getting an MRI. I did so last night, at Boston Children's hospital. But I'll get to that later.

Before the hospital visit I met up with some friends to see the Producers at the Lowes Cinema near Boston Commons. Now, having seen the original 1968 film (but regrettably not the Broadway show) I came into this with high expectations. Those expectations were easily exceeded. A familiar face (Matthiew Broderick), and a not-so-familiar face with a familiar voice (Nathan Lane, who was Timon in The Lion King), provided in my opinion superior performances, a shade over-the-top and meant for the stage though they may have been. Will Farrell, who was the one performer I was concerned about, pulled off the part of the German playwright and then some.

The coup de grace in this though was Uma Thurman as Ulla (The role was of course expanded to accomadate her). She walked in and got right on with her musical number, "If you've got it, flaunt it."

Uma has it.

She flaunted it

And I'm here to tell you, that's what I call hot.

The added musical numbers were all excellent, and I'm probably going to be getting the soundtrack. Of particular note were the old ladies who did a tap routine with their walkers, and Will Farrell, who believe it or not could really sell it as Franz musically as well. Matthiew Broderick and Nathan Lanes performances are ommitted here because I already knew that they could sing, though now that I mention it Lane's "Betrayed" was fantastic, as was Broderick's "I want to be a producer." So I lied about ommitting them. 'tever.

All in all, the performances are fantastic, the writing and musical numbers are hilarious, the pacing is spot-on, and Uma Thurman is hot. A must see if you like things that are awesome.

On to the less enjoyable experience of the evening.

Being 19, I normally would not be going to Children's hospital. However, I have a bit of a record there, including but not necessarily limited to (there are of course limits to the memory of one's ailments) stitches, a broken wrist, and two seperate week-long stays wherein I was struggling to breathe for much of the time (asthma and all that). Predictably, it was the latter that etched me into their logs. Suffice to say, I know the place. It had a CVS now, as well as an (ick) Au Bon Pain and some flatscreen tvs on the walls, but the feel was the same. The smell and taste of the air was as expected of a hospital, but this one was always different in that the smell of vomit that had been cleaned from the floor but whose presence was not quite eliminated, or a number of other smells indicative of children, are always probable. This time it was the vomit mixing with the various disinfectants and sanitizers that told me I was in a familiar place.

Check-in was smoother than I remembered, though to be fair nothing is smooth when you're gasping for breath, so it may well have been no different. Either way, it wasn't long before I was in the room with that beast of a machine. I was soon told that my feet were the biggest ever to be scanned by it. The prize? to have them each in turn shoved into a comparitavely small plastic bootlike thing that was constricting to say the least. I was there for three hours; given a pair of headphones with alternative rock playing over them. A lot of the time was spent in a quasi-dreamlike state where I heard the machine and the headphones, but could also see and hear a lot of things I knew weren't happening. It was pretty weird and kind of fun.

Oh, and some brief notes.

David Lee Roth is taking over Howard Stern's time slot. The word for that is awesome.

Not awesome is the fact that China is witholding samples of the Asian Bird Flu.

Ok. This time I make no predictions as to when I might be blogging. Suffice to say, if you want to hear what I have to say about New Year's, look below. I'm not repeating it. =P

Later.