This last Tuesday was my best night out in St Louis so far.
After Scott had treated us to a pair of tickets to go and see The Book of Mormon musical, we decided to make a whole evening of it, with dinner beforehand and cocktails afterwards. Sooooo high society, darling.
The musical was being shown in the grandest theatre in St. Louis, the Fox Theatre, originally built in the 1920s by the Fox Film Corporation as a place in which to show their films. That gives you an indication as to just how grand and impressive this theatre really is.
It has high, ornate gold ceilings and Byzantine-style tapestries hanging from the walls, as well as a huge chandelier hanging in the centre of the auditorium ceiling and one of the largest Wurlitzer organs of its kind in the country. If your a fellow Northern Englisher like me, the mere mention of a Wurlitzer organ may conjur up images of the ballroom at Blackpool Tower. If you’re a Southerner, just disregard this comment, as you’ve probably never lowered your standards to visit Blackpool. Shame on you.
The show was very funny, although the humour was sometimes definitely a bit “on the edge” in terms of taste. Having said that, if you know that the show was created by the guys behind South Park, then you should only purchase tickets knowing that it’s going to be crude, so it’s your own silly fault if you get offended.
I loved it and I loved the musical score. Having grown up going to musicals with my Mum and sister, and then having been in some productions with an amateur dramatics society, this was a perfect experience for me.
We ended the night visiting Baileys Chocolate Bar where I had a hot chocolate Martini. It smelled like hot chocolate but tasted like alcohol, you guys. The perfect cocktail? I think so.
The evening was one of the most extravagant and expensive we’ve had in a long time. These days we very rarely treat ourselves so much, mainly because we just can’t afford it, or because we’re saving all of our pennies for travel. But every now and then it feels great to get dressed up and go out and wear something other than jeans/flip flops/tank tops (delete as appropriate).
Because even travelling bums deserve a nice night out every now and then.
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