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...Avenue Q?

Saturday afternoon, Bob and I found our way to Tony Award-Winning Musical, Avenue Q. We're so glad that we did. I missed Ernie Nicky and Bert Rod. Kel and I always felt they were they reason our generation is so nonchalant about "differences". Heck, the fact that they weren't fuzzy and blue monsters was more remarkable than their sexual orientation.

If you haven't had a chance to see this adult version of a muppet musical, you're missing out on a funner way to do the 100 cruches you've been putting off all week.

One of my favorite songs was The Internet Is For Porn. Really, just good, clean, family fun, in contrast to the poets on BART who had much to say about their prison experiences and "career" aspirations. Enlightening stuff.

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