Cats

I just got back from seeing Cats, as in the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical based on some of T.S. Eliot's poems. It was...interesting. Enjoyable, yes, but more of a spectacle than a play, really. The music mostly served as backdrop for the dancing, with one major exception. Memory. Probably the most famous song to come out of Cats. It was also the thread that tied the various segments together so that there was some attempt at a plot. I'm probably making it sound worse than it was, as I am quite tired at the moment.

T.S. Eliot's poems were only tied together in that they were about cats. So with the musical. It gives the whole thing a very fragmented, disconnected feel, deliberately accentuated with occasional distractions that send the cats all running (gunshots, police sirens and lights, etc.). It was nicely done, just...not quite my cup of tea, I guess. Still, it's worth seeing if you get the chance. And now I have a real cat to tend to before sleeping.

ADDENDUM: I wore my silver strappy shoes to Cats last night. Think something like a sandal sole, but instead of an actual shoe, the top is a series of criss-crossing silver elastic cords. Anyway, when my mom picked me up, she said, "Oh, you're actually wearing pretty shoes." She sounded shocked. :^D