Remember him? I know you do.

So today Jenni and I went to "the Broadway," as she calls it in her never ending love affair with the definite article. We actually got in this time because we paid The Man a lot of money. The Drowsy Chaperone is a new musical comedy. There's a tap dancing groom, pun weilding gansters, an over-the-top Latin lover, and a dance featuring blindfolds and rollerskates. It also stars Gilbert Blythe.

Imagine my shock.

Johnathon Crombie (Gil) plays the Man in the Chair - a neurotic, theatre-loving, cardigan-wearing, depressed New Yorker with a sing-songy voice and a swish in his walk. It actually took me quite awhile to recognize him as the hair-pulling heartthrob of my youth. But it was indeed he. (he? him? hmm.)

I'd like to say, "What a treat!" But I'm afraid that it will sound corny.

Jenni and I had trouble getting the sign in the picture:

Here it is:


We also went to "the MoMA":