Last weekend, Brad and I braved the freaking frigid cold to see Broadway’s "Beauty and the Beast” musical. It was supposed to be a girls night, because we didn’t think the boys would want to go, right? Wrong. Apparently our manly Alaska men didn’t want to feel left out, so it became a triple date. And dude as always… Broadway delivers.
When I was in high school, our drama club would go once a year and see a play on Broadway. I’ve missed it, and especially since living up here in the stupid arctic, it’s nice to have a taste of real life every once and a while. Brad and I have tried taking advantage of it every time there’s something good playing at the Atwood Concert hall, we went to Lion King, and Fiddler on the Roof, both amazing, but Beauty and the Beast is definitely the best.
Afterwards, we checked out some ice sculptures and warmed up in our favorite bar. After weeks in the house because my my stupid knee, it was nice to get out with some friends, even if it was 10 below. That was the best part of the night.
All excited before the show…
Brad doing inappropriate things to Adam...
The ice sculptures.
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