Last night my friend Ginna and I saw an extraordinary new musical on Broadway. It's called [title of show]. That's the title: [title of show]. I know, I hate titles with brackets, too. (At least braces ({ }) have a flourish.) But trust me, if you're someone who:

- likes to howl with laughter
- has ever been plagued by self-doubt
- yearns to recapture the unbridled joy you felt as a child in your backyard make believe world

If just one of the above applies to you, you will love this show. If two apply, you will enter a state of ecstasy. If all three apply, you will feel no need to ever see another musical and you will die.

The show is about four "nobodies" putting together a musical. The musical is in fact about the creation of itself. It sounds oh-so-clever. And it is. But it is not snarky or sneering. It manages to be hilarious and hopeful, wickedly funny and - hokey as this sounds - inspiring. But it's not hokey at all.

Ugh, I'm doing a crappy job of describing it. Just go see it. The first five people to write in with a description of why they like it win this t-shirt:



The T-shirt depicts a typical prom in the state of Maine. Maine's state flower is the pine cone; hence the statewide requirement that male prom goers wear pine cone boutonnieres. (Slow dancing in Maine is notoriously painful.)