I went to see Anything Goes on Saturday afternoon, my first Broadway show ever. I'm a sucker for a good old-fashioned musical. I'm also thoroughly unqualified to make any particular comment on the standard of what I saw, but it was fairly spectacular and a whole lotta fun. I don't know that I would want to hear Sutton Foster sing everything, but frankly, anyone who can sing like that, charm like that, get laughs like that and then tap dance for ten minutes and immediately start singing again wins my eternal admiration. Of course, Joel Grey still pretty much stole the show out from under her, but justifiably so, and in the nicest possible way. He was hilarious just by standing there. Somehow every time I go to a play or a musical, there's always somebody whose acting fills me with homicidal levels of irritation, but not this time — no weak link, no slapworthy ingenue. Adam Godley was a scream as Lord Evelyn Oakleigh. And those dance numbers. My GOD. The spirit of Busby Berkeley lives on. It was a great show. More than ample compensation for our failure to get tickets for Book of Mormon.