I thought I'd lived a relatively full life, but until tonight it was sadly lacking in at least one important regard: I had never sang
Mahna Mahna (audio warning) in a theater with sixty-odd other adults while their seven year-olds rolled their eyes at us.
I was not the instigator, but I was a... willing (and vigorous) participant. I went to see
The Muppets tonight, and it ended up with that song. Well, some people had brought kazoos and stood up and played at random points, which I gather was planned and coordinated beforehand. What was
not planned were the other people like me who sang along in funny voices, and those who were in the aisles (
not me - but not for lack of wanting) who actually danced.
The movie was hilarious. I say this as someone who only occasionally watched Muppet Babies as a kid (not born until '82, so if I'm too young for the original show). Still, it was a lot of fun to see the movie - so campy, so fannish, and a lovely communal experience. More on that tomorrow, maybe, because I do have Deep Thoughts.
Also, a reminder: if you haven't already, I'm still taking story prompts for my advent calendar. Please just leave a comment on that post.
