The Girls @Chicago

NOW WE KNOW!
Last year the girls and I all decided to get tickets to the Broadway "extravaganza" Chicago. Monique, our little ticket pro, got us fantastic seats--4th row, front and center. We were all excited. Adam did put a little "chink in our armor" when he told us the Prophet had told the men not to go to Chicago but we were women. It didn't apply to us, right? Anyway, we had all seen the movie and it wasn't that bad. Okay, the women murder their husbands and are in prison but they don't show anything and the music is great so we forged ahead. Nicole said, "okay guys, it's Chicago for goodness sakes, we all need to wear red lipstick". So we did. It was great. We were ready, we were sporting the red lipstick. . . (Except for Danielle, she was the holdout.) Anyway, we all went together, sat in our great seats --excitement filling the air. The show starts, the woman look a little scanky --we sort of glance at Mother but she doesn't say anything so we continue. After a while we look at each other, where are all the dazzling sets, the fabulous costumes, all the glitter of Broadway. The whole thing is taking place in front of the band with nothing else. Intermission comes, we're a bit leary but figure, "it will perk up now". They are going to bring in the fabulous sets, etc. NOPE--DIDN'T HAPPEN. The show ends--no glitter, no glamour, just disappointment. The show was a bit scanky. We were all disappointed. The night was fun, the music was great but the show left a bit to be desired. Needless to say, had the women been at the Priesthood session of conference, the Prophet would have advised the women not to go as well. Now we know!