We did our best to dress in turn-of-the-century street urchin chic! The gentlemen rocked plaid, wool and the newsboy caps. I wore a bouclé tweed dress with flared pockets - which is cute in person but seems to photograph more like a burlap sack.Three hours of excellent singing with non-stop gymnastics and leaps. Watching it was the mood-raising equivalent of doing Zumba while blasted on amphetamines. We all walked home with the chorus to "I'm the King of New York" stuck in our heads (and still stuck there today). There will be eight shows a week through March 15th in San Francisco if you want to get in on the tweed action yourself!


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