On Friday evening, Matt and I went to see a Kurt Weill musical called Happy End. Although I got off of work at 6, it took us more than an hour to get to the BART train station, and most of the next hour to get into San Francisco. We high-tailed it to the theatre, grabbing a slice each on the way, and chowing down over 3 blocks.
The musical was deliciously Weillian; Mahagonny does Chicago. It had two intermissions, and after the first one, Matt turned to me and said: "This isn't a candy musical, is it?" It definitely wasn't. But, just like Mahagonny, it ended with a grand song-and-dance as social comment number.