I would like to take this opportunity to give the Life in Forsythians a better understanding of me, Esbette, as I am so much more than just an amazing faux daughter.
For starters, did you know that I think Coke ICEEs, or FroCos as I call them, are basically the nectar of the gods? Or that frozen M&M’s literally scare me, but frozen Snickers bars are incredible? It is very difficult to embarrass me, although I do embarrass for others quite easily. I am a smorgasbord of trivial and pop culture knowledge and I have my (real) mother to thank for that.
I also have to thank her for making me an OKLAHOMANIAC. You read that right, a maniac for Oklahoma. Not necessarily the state, I’ve never actually been there, but the musical. In fact, you could call me a Rogers and Hammersteiniac but that doesn’t have the same ring to it. I love musicals, specifically those of Señors R&H. The only song I can play on the piano is “Edelweiss,” I have “washed that man right out of my hair” in the shower countless times, and I even considered naming my dog Emile de Becque, but went with CK Dexter Haven instead (see: Cary Grant.)
In other words, growing up, the musicals of Rogers and Hammerstein were just as important to me as the Disney movies I also loved. So when Esbee offered me the chance to represent LiF at the campus dress rehearsal Wednesday night, two things crossed my mind: 1. Duh. 2. Mom must go with me.
Reserved seats, what what!
When those first familiar notes rose from the orchestra I got chills, and when the curtain went up I was immediately transported to an Oklahoma filled with friends. Aunt Eller, Laurey, my boyfriend Curly (don’t tell Mr. ‘Bette), Will Parker, and one of my favorite characters ever, Ado Annie. Side note: what a fantastic name.
To say the show was awesome would be the understatement of the century. From the actors to the costumes, Oklahoma wowed me the whole way through. I had to stop myself from singing along, especially while Ado Annie sang, “I Cain’t Say No.” I held back though, as I didn’t want to be Oklahomescorted out of the theatre.
I could go on and on but I really think everyone should go see the show. If you like music, dancing, the Midwest, innuendo, guns, polka dots, or dream sequences induced by smelling salts, this show is for you!
Go! Get your tickets right now!
SPECIAL LiF BONUS! Additional notes from Mommy ‘Bette:
Transported is the word I gave ‘Bette. Everyone likes revisiting the familiar; Oklahoma is comfort food. Unlike ‘Bette, I gave in to the urge to sing along. Not sure she heard me, but no matter. The words are as familiar to me as the Liturgy is to the Pope. I am also an unabashed weeper. Curly’s voice from offstage singing “There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow…” unleashed the flood.
Don’t compare to the movie. Enjoy the magic and energy that is a live production. Toss that picture of Rod Steiger as Jud and embrace the less-sinister, more sympathetic, always misunderstood, singing Jud. Envy Ado Annie’s fashion sense. Wonder at why she hangs out with that mealy-mouthed stuck-up Laurey. I could go on and on.
Many thanks to Esbee for allowing me to waller in my puddle of nostalgia. And Aunt Eller, I’d marry Curly, too.