The only thing missing was Jane Lynch in the flesh.

The only thing missing was Jane Lynch in the flesh.

I get an email from a lovely man from a lovely company who offered me the chance to experience the live tour based on a sorta kinda popular TV show that I guess a lot of people enjoy. You may have heard of it. They air it on Fox Tuesdays at 9/8c: Glee? No? Never heard of it? Yeah me neither.


The Glee Live tour kicked off in Phoenix over the weekend. I had the opportunity to enjoy "night" two of the tour stop. Night meaning 11:30am on a Sunday morning in downtown Phoenix. I'm not mad, just not quite a morning person...even at 11:30am. Yes, I am lazy on the weekends. I recruited my sister Shannon to partake of the shenanigans sure to ensue. Good choice because she's never, if only once, seen the show so there weren't any expectations I'd be held responsible if the show turned out to be pure crap on a kabob. Bad choice because she's never, if only once, seen the show so there was a lot of storyline explanation when "show jokes" carried over to the live performance. Or when she started critiquing the overhead music before the show started. For her own safety I lovingly warned that she may want to keep those negative comments to herself because "these freaks have Glee-dar and will kill you instantaneously."


Now, let me take a second to paint a picture of the crowd we had the pleasure of being in the presence of. (whoa, lots of P words in that last sentence...but not those P words...creep). There were middle-aged women to whom Shannon asked, "These women are so old, do they even get the jokes?" Then there were troves of gay men in every direction. Which? I love being around with every fiber of my being. There was a disturbing demographic present though...kids. LOTS of kids. To which I made the blunt statement, not particularly caring about the row of them behind us, "I wouldn't bring my kid to this, it's not a Wiggles concert." Needless to say, the mother of that row of children behind us quickly became livid by, oh, song two, maybe three, when there were bikini tops and suggestive leg humpin/butt popping all up ons the stage.


I was thoroughly entertained for the duration of the show...well...until they took too terribly long to continue through to the encore, which was ill-preceded and anti-climactic. I share because I've been to my fair share of live performances in my day. Not only that, but I'm well versed on the difference between down time that is too long and down time that is dramatic pause. The second half of the show had the too much down time. That's okay, we were their guinea pigs, I understand. I am only trying to be constructive to my readers because, let's be honest, will the producer of Glee Live ever read this very post? Most likely not. Will I lose sleep over it? No, not really. Well the sleep losing will be for the sexy dreams I am busy having of Mark Salling...but that's beside the point.


What really matters is that I went, I saw, I enjoyed, and I'm gracious to the generous people at Rocket XL and Dove for providing me the opportunity to do all those fancy things.


Disclosure: I was provided complimentary tickets to Glee Live in Phoenix, AZ on May 16th by Dove Hair Care. I was not urged or influenced to write a personal review of the performance, nor was I compensated for my attendance.