The last time I laughed that hard was when Husband and I watched the dvd of Robin Williams' debut at Carnegie Hall. The act of guffawing took me over, like breathing, so that I hardly knew if I was laughing or not . . . it was just something that I had to do.
Oh man . . . they covered it all. The sweats, the memory loss, the moods... And the music! If I'd had an aisle seat, I would have been up and dancing!
And . . . you know . . . it was hugely comforting to be in a theater jammed full of women, all laughing until they choked. Like being in a room full of . . . survivors.
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Survivors -- yes, indeed!
Well, now I'll have to get the DVD!
So glad you enjoyed it!
I saw it when it was in Toronto and had a great time.
So true, June! I saw the show in L.A. a few years back with my long-time friend Pat, with whom I attended kindergarten through high school and with whom I shared all the aspects of growing up, puberty and the like and now all the sweats, senior moments and other indignities of menopause. We laughed like crazy --and, yes, it was great to be surrounded by a theatre full of women who truly understood and shared so many feelings and experiences.
Sounds like a great time. I'll have to hope it returns to Toronto. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Laughing is healing. I would have LOVED to be there, but your post makes me determined to see this, one way or another. Thank you! :-)
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