"Sweet Charity" - Review

So we went to go see Josh playing in "Sweet Charity" yesterday.
The plan was to leave the house about 5:15, meet my mother at the Sheridan Family Restaurant (the show started at 7:30. I commented at the time that it felt like we were leaving pretty darned early.) which is a mostly greek restaurant, but not the best one I'd been to. It was.. OK.. but not all that great.
Got done at 6:00, looked around for things to do and ended up going to CVS (Mind you, this is my mother, my grandmother, her friend Dorothy and me) to get stuff and I picked up a pack of gum and then we headed to Amherst High School.
It was still way too early, so we ended up waiting outside until 7:00 or so.
The show starts at 7:30 and we shuffle into a typical high school auditorium, large, stuffy with a few exits, none of which they keep open during the show. Of course this means that before the end of act I, I DESPERATELY need to run outside for some fresh air. It was even worse in Act II where it started out hot when they closed the doors and got worse throughout the Second Act.
As for the quality of the show..well.. maybe I'm spoiled by Williamsville North. The band kept making blatant obvious mistakes. You could just tell where they went wrong. Even my mother, who is tone deaf, made a comment about it, though her words were something like "When Mr. Richter starts conducting, the band gives you shivers."
The musical itself.. maybe with a stronger cast might have been better, but I have to doubt it. With musicals, I decide what I like based on plot (which was OK, but not great. The ending was an unexpected letdown.) and the music itself (Which bordered on good, maybe with better sings and/or band, but never reached good.)
Ran dying for breath outside after the first act.. and it's raining, and thundering and lightning. Sit outside for a few minutes and enjoy it before I go back inside. What's important about this storm is it lasted through part of the first act, through the entire second act and until we got home.

And let me tell you, getting home was interesting. Mom had asked me to drive and, you know, I'd driven home from Amherst High a few times now and I knew two perfectly legit ways home.. either the expressway or Main to North Forest to.. Home.
My first plan is to take the expressway. I figure it won't be terrible, so I'm gonna do that. No, my mom says.. that's silly. You don't need to do that. Fine, say I, I'll go Main to North Forest. No, says she, I know a better way.
I am NEVER Listening to my mother again.
We start down here better way, but it's dark and she's constantly talking and yelling directions which might have worked if it weren't dark and I could see where Sheridan was. We ended up turning at the wrong place and ended up on the expressway in the wrong direction.
Luckily, there's an exit between us and the 90: Main Street, so I get off Main Street and head towards North Forest.
This time I know some of the signs to look for before we hit North Forest.
No! yells mom (By now, tempers have flared), Turn here! THIS is North Forest!
it wasn't.
So we go driving in the dark night with lightning and thunder and end up back on North Forest.
This time I turn around, tell her I wasn't listening to her again since she'd screwed up (Yes, *I* missed the turn that took us the wrong way down the expressway, but if I'd been able to go where I had originally planned, this never would have come up!) and she snipped back and I made it home without killing her.
I swear to god, though, that when I drive, I'll take the ways *I* know and fuck her. I don't even know why I listened in the first place. She may have experience, but it obviously means as little to her in the dark as it did to me.

So, except for about a minute where Josh looked thankful that we all had come to see him, my night was a complete and utter waste of my time and I'm rather annoyed about this. Today's not looking a heck of a lot better, yet. At the very least, I'll hopefully see ecwoodburn online and we can chat. And I have Zoo Tycoon to play.

Off to sleep goeth I again...