Last Saturday, we finally went to see the Book of Mormon. We bought these tickets back in July, because they were the earliest available weekend seats. The kids were dumped at my parents, and we drove off into the sunset into Manhattan. 

The sunsets over New Jersey are aways stunning. It's because our pollution makes them good. 

Ah, New York City. We're always plotting our move back. The suburbs are getting on my nerves right now. Bor-ing! 

So, we parked in Times Square and walked around for a bit. There's my cutie pie hubby. 

Sometimes I pout that he gets to work here everyday, while I'm stuck in Jersey. He rolls his eyes at me. Which is the correct response. 

Then we managed to have a perfectly awful meal. It's really hard to have a bad meal in the city, but we did it. We were lazy and let ourselves get sucked into one of the tourist restaurants on the side streets. If you are going to the theater in the city, you have to walk half a block down to 9th Avenue. Otherwise, be bettered for crap. 

The Book of Mormon was killer funny. It managed to poke fun of religion, while being very affectionate to religious people. It had a Mel Brooks for the Facebook crowd flavor. Big thumbs up.