North's Tevye made me cry.

Okay, I listened to all of the Jerome Robbins' Broadway CD. Until they give Michael Bennett the Fosse treatment, I'm going to have to withhold judgment on this for a while. And that tribute to him on the 1976 Tony Awards I found on YouTube during a recent fit of boredom doesn't count!

Also, my back really hurts. Probably accounts for why I've been so bored lately. Long story short, we learned how to swing dance. And I know most people don't even get to learn how to swing dance in their lifetimes, but I didn't think it would happen this soon.

I now have newfound respectability for Emmitt Smith.

Most obtrusive aspect of Jerome Robbins' Broadway: Costanza's Krusty the Klown accent during the Fiddler on the Roof number.

And I really love you all. If I didn't, I wouldn't be linking to this b-roll footage of the Company cast I'm currently watching over an Oreck infomercial on WLNY.

Also, Riedel.

So, in conclusion, my mom has no real reason to worry. She just needs to find copies of Not Since Carrie and Donna McKechnie's memoirs for me this Hanukkah and no one gets hurt...I mean hugged.

Happy Friday, everybody!