Lucky me… I have a friend who gets invited to the theater for reviewing purposes. I'm speaking of the forever-fabulous Michael Musto.

Musty (which is a nickname, not a descriptive) is so damned modest, he actually APOLOGIZES when he's JUST inviting you to a preview, as opposed to a full-out Broadway premier! As if I care! Sure, big splashy Broadway opening nights are fun, but only because there's lots of food and drink and the eventual nail-biting edge-of-your-seat moment when, after everyone is good and drunk, someone returns with the reviews:

VICTORY! DEFEAT! HAPPY! SAD!    :)   :(

As a consolation prize, because I was too late in requesting that I be Musto's armcandy for "Spamalot" (another pal had reserved about a year ahead for this), I was extended a choice of invites: Two revivals and "Doubt".

One revival was "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?". It ... Read More