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Guys and Dolls, or “Me and My Chick”

Posted by joeabbott on May 21, 2011

imageimageWell, I have to say that when I got tickets to the 5th Avenue Theater’s season, I wasn’t expecting quite so many “classics”. And yet, modern institutions can’t make a living off a continual stream of edgy art and new attempts. At least not often.

imageSo it was that Suzanne and I headed to Seattle for another play and, this time, we saw Guys and Dolls.

While I’m no reviewer, the Seattle Times admirably filled this gap with piece on the 5th Avenue show that was posted just 3 hours ago here. What luck I waited a week before starting my own post!

While the relevance of a 1950s musical on a guy like me (interests include climbing, computers) is in question, the appeal of a big stage, good talent, and snappy numbers close that gap quickly. Songs you may have heard but might not have known the origin regularly pop up (Bushel and a Peck and Luck Be a Lady being two examples), other songs that are catchy and make you think, “I’d like to hear that again!” (Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ the Boat), and clever visuals (I liked the Havana dance and was compelled to point out the very obvious “the cross from the Salvation Army Mission turns into the ‘t’ in the showgirl Hotbox nightclub!” to Suzy) all keep your interest and add to the fun.

I’m not sure if it was “good theater” but the house was full and I saw nothing but high spirits on the way out. It appears everyone enjoyed the show.

Once again, Suzy and I had to make the call on how to get to the show. Driving is always the first choice, but gas and parking prices, along with the hassles of negotiating traffic all conspire to make the train look more appealing. And yet, longer travel time, the mute jostling ride in, and the proximity to other riders all weigh against enjoying the public transportation option.

In the end we took the train … for all the real or imagined inconveniences, it really is an underutilized marvel. And, for the first time riding the train into Seattle, it wasn’t packed!

With the sun out, we boarded the train and, in Seattle we stopped for a cookie and milk before the show. Just a little something to take the edge off the fact that we wouldn’t be eating lunch that day, and then into the theater.

imageAfter the show, we slowly made our way back to the train. It hadn’t started raining (yet) and it was nice to be outside and strolling. But, to the train we arrived soon enough and then the ride home. The Sounders, Seattle’s professional soccer club (officially, Seattle Sounders FC), must have been playing as we shared the train with many a scarved rider who got off at the Stadium platform. You see, official or not, a long “Xbox green” and dark blue scarf appears to be the go-to sartorial accoutrement when you’re attending a Sounders game.

But that was about it: me and my chick enjoyed a musical called Guys and Dolls. Another fine way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

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