Last night I caught Menopause at the Las Vegas Hilton. Although “The Change” is still far ahead of me, the musical comically addresses topics all women (and the men who put up with us) can relate to: the secret desire to live in pants with elastic waists, the wrinkles everyone likes to tell you are just laugh lines… I find nothing funny about them, magic happy pills, and those lovely phone calls from mom that can make you feel like you are 10 again and still fighting for your independence.
I attended the show with my grandmother which sort of added to the appreciation for the production… that is until the song about vibrators and their wondrous uses came on. It was followed by 3 1/2 minutes of complete awkwardness. This ranks second in moments of total discomfort only to the time she and I were watching Desperate Housewives. Having missed one of the lines she naturally asked me “what did he just say”
To which I had to respond, “HE ASKED IF SHE WOULD CONSIDER A THREESOME”
(I find it necessary to mention that as I am writing about my awkward sex moments with the Nana, she is sitting beside me, browsing online for more Vegas shows. Just now she looked over to quote me the ticket price to go catch Chippendales…
If she mentions the Thunder Down Under, I’m on the first flight out of here)
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