Avenue Q

I loved it.

Okay, for those who object, I have yet to see the Broadway production, so my expectations are somewhat lower. Any prior experience has been limited to sessions with Jemai’s PekPek Ipod – a constant “The Internet is for Porn” and “My Girlfriend who lives in Canada”. Sesame Street baby ako, and it was wonderful to see something familiar. And like Sesame Street, it felt like, I could relate. Avenue Q was like Sesame Street for this age. RCBC was packed, mostly the just out of college crowd, my people. And I know nearly everyone of them have wished countless times that they could, like Princetongo back to college. I know I have. I still do.

To those who haven’t seen it or at least taken the two minutes to Wiki it, it might come off as another Broadway play with a gimmick. It’s not. It’s the story of our lives, and when I say our, I mean this generation of twenty-somethings. I have a person in mind for every person in the story – the perpetually single or No Boyfriend Since Birth (NBSB) schoolteacher, the person with a degree and a dream, the has beens, the Trekkie Monsters, and the Gary Colemans (He’s real, by the way). We all wish we could go back to the one place we’ve been trying to leave the past 4 or so years: college. That was when life was simplest, but that’s over, this is the real world, and Avenue Q is the closest we can get to Sesame Street.