Joseph & the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat
Saturday night my niece, LB, gifted me with a ticket to, Joseph & the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. There was a catch of course, with LB there always is. I had to drive. The play was in Summerlin, a hoity-toity suburb of Vegas where every other street is a roundabout and nothing goes straight from here to there.
We had quite a trip finding the Summerlin Theatre — actually drove past it about four times — but find it we did. Our seats were front row, center. When we first sat down we thought we were too close to the stage. Turns out it was the perfect place to be. I imagine Pharoah flirts with a woman in the front row during every performance, but this performance it was me! Be still my heart.
I absolutely loved, One More Angel in Heaven, and Benjamin Calypso, but I’d have to say my favorite part was, Song of the King, When Pharaoh, as Elvis, sang and did his pelvis gyrations for me. I just about
drooled laughed myself silly. It was wonderful fun.
This is the third Signature Production I have seen, and I must say I haven’t been disappointed by any of them. For community theater, this is a darn professional group. The dancing was spectacular — complete with the gymnastics we didn’t think we’d get to see from an amateur’s ensamble.
I had a great time. That ticket is probably one of the best gifts LB has ever given me. In fact, I was in such a good mood that I consented, without thought, to turning south on Maryland Parkway off of Desert Inn. The moment I made the turn I remembered it was a bad idea — and a worse neighborhood. And anybody who knows where I work and where I run my children’s ministry knows that if I’m nervous, the neighborhood has to be pretty dang bad.
We were going to the Arby’s because LB was hungry. We arrrived in the Arby’s driv-thru 4 minutes after the store closed. LB freaked. “Why would they close at 10 p.m.?” I told her to look around — and that I wouldn’t work that late in that neighborhood. Because of road dividers we had to drive around the block (the blocks are a mile squared) to get back to DI. Once on DI, LB asked me if we could try Taco Bell. I told her I wasn’t turning right on Maryland Parkway again. We ended up at a Mickey-D’s in a much nicer neighborhood.
All in all, the night was quite an adventure. I am back home now. It’s a quarter to midnight, I am humming, Any Dream Will Do, and I am not the least bit sleepy.