I'm behind in telling you what I did on Tuesday night - not because I've been overwhelmed at work or busy with after-work activities.
Quite the opposite, actually.
I'm just not sure how to, in the most G-rated-parent-friendly-please-don't-judge-me way, tell you that I went to see Spank!, The Fifty Shades Parody.
Because in telling you about the musical, I would also then have to tell you that I have read Fifty Shades of Grey.
I’ve actually read the entire trilogy.
I should also probably mention that my book club gets together at least once a month, but thanks to a crappy work schedule and general laziness, I think this is the only the second time in a year I've attended any book club activities.
I’ve passed on opportunities to read and chat about great books like, The Art of Fielding, Cutting for Stone, Unbroken, but someone says, Fifty Shades of Grey-anything – and I’m all in.
The girls in the book club that I don’t know that well, which, let’s face it, is most of them, probably think I’m either stupid and/or a huge creep since in the last year I’ve shown up just twice – once to discuss The Hunger Games and this week to watch a play that makes fun of the pop culture pornography book.
I must, must, must go to next month’s book club meeting – aside from wanting to prove I’m actually capable of reading a real book and discussing it intelligently, the girls in my book club are fun, and good company.
Assuming you all have better taste than me, and haven’t read the books and have no interest in the play, I’ll spare you the scene-by-scene recap. But Spank! spoofs the ridiculously stupid and poorly written book that uses endless gratuitous sex scenes to try and distract the reader from the annoying characters set in unrealistic scenarios.
E.B. Janet, instead of E.B. James, is the author, a middle-aged woman highly unsatisfied in her “personal” (read: sex) life, taking an advantage of her husband and child’s weekend away as an opportunity to write a sexy novel. Enter Hugh Hanson (aka Christian Grey) and Tasha Woode (aka Anastasia Steele) and the play develops as a humorous reenactment of everything about the book that made me want to quit reading it.
If you’d read the book, I highly recommend going to see Spank!
You will chuckle, if not at the actors than definitely at the mostly female, middle-aged, southern audience and the five men squirming in their seats after being dragged to the show by the women in their lives.
Also, since my big secret is out (I read mommy porn and went to see a play about it) I feel compelled to tell you that I cried last night watching the series finale of The Office.
Though I’m in agreement with most that it wasn’t the same after Steve Carrell, the show still made me laugh and I watched it fairly regularly. I know it was time for it to end, but I sincerely loved the characters, I loved the actors who played the characters, and I love that the talented ensemble cast was relatively obscure before landing their roles and they were all rooting for each other and for the show from the beginning.
(Kate Flannery "Meredith" sums it up perfectly.)
I’m not sure if those feelings about a television show are healthy or normal or that they justify crying.
But when Andy Bernard (aka Nard Dog) said, "I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you've actually left them,” the tears were flowing.
I admit it.
Hope you're weekend is full of equally embarrassing entertainment. Please tell me what you've got going on.