Yesterday, I had to find the old, dusty copy of Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975). I knew it was among the collection of backups in the DVD storage album. It was an hour and a half well-wasted. I so wish that strange, often irreverent type of humour had a robust, modern-day equivalent. Five .. ahem three questions to cross the Bridge of Death? Flying cows? Knights who say Ni? Come on, don't crack a smile, I dare you.We were simply doing some necessary homework for next weekend. I Ticketmastered some entrance passes to next Sunday's matinee of Spamalot. It's the first show of this season in Vancouver. The Broadway Across Canada organization sent an email with a discount code. We still went cheap with balcony seats. Having never been in The Centre for the Performing Arts in Vancouver, I don't know just how far away from the stage we'll actually be.
After the performance we'll know about the seating when booking Cats in October.