OK, I’m not quite sure exactly what that means.

We saw Cabaret on Saturday night. It had received pretty mixed reviews, but that’s pretty much all that was playing while Lorraine is here, so you take what you can get.

Neither Gwen nor I knew much about it going in. I was aware that it was supposed to be a little risque, and Gwen knew the lead song (referenced in the title) but that was pretty much it.

All in all, I think we both enjoyed it. It wasn’t particularly risque. The singers and dancers were pretty good. The story was a little rambly … bits of Chicago (written by the same people) and bits of Moulin Rouge (yes, I’m aware that Cabaret pre-dates Moulin Rouge). I don’t know what the deal is with Germany lately; between Cabaret, The Sound of Music, and The Producers, we’ve been a little Nazi’d out I think.

John Mann played the Emcee. John Mann is the lead singer/songwriter for Spirit of The West — a band I’m not particularly fond of — but I didn’t hold that against him. Actually, he was the best part of the show. His facial expressions were perfect for the part, and his singing was great.

The other actors were only so-so. The actress who played the female lead Sally Bowles (the actress was Sara-Jeanne Hosie) was a little too much in the Liza Minelli style (who, apparently was a big part of the original production — a fact I didn’t know until after the first act) and frankly, didn’t measure up to what I imagined Liza Minelli would have done. The Kit Kat Girls were okay, but nothing spectacular, and the older couple were also okay but not stellar.

Still we enjoyed the show and our “date night”.

OK, he got me.

And I was so secretly happy that it hadn’t happened to me that I had convinced myself that it wasn’t going to happen.

Yes, last night I got barfed on. It hasn’t evened the score (mommy’s been the target a couple of times), but it’s no longer an exclusive club. I was just about to put the over-tired boy into bed after having fed him 10 oz of formula (which was preceded by supper and a bath) when he erupted. Ewww.

No, really. Ewww.

I don’t think he’s sick … rather I think was a combination of being overtired and the incredible volume of bath water that he consumed a half-hour earlier. I’m not sure how to keep him from drinking the bath water, but I think that we’ll keep the plastic cups out of the bath for the next little while.

On a complete different matter, posting here will be sporadic again, since Grandma Lorraine is with us now, and for the next three weeks. As such, blogging has been pushed down Gwen’s priority list a little bit.

And speaking of Grandma, she bought The Boy a cell phone yesterday. A cute, plastic faux-phone, but still. It has a full key pad, and speaks numbers and “hello” in English, français, and espanol. You can also record little voice clips and play them back.

Aidan, being the uber techno-geek that he is (he fits in, right?) loves this thing.

I’m just a little sad at seeing my little boy walking cruising around with a phone glued to his ear. He’s generous with it — he loves to give it to you and actually holds it to your ear while you talk into it — but, still.