Car Bingle: The Musical

Last night, my friends and I went to see Priscilla: The Musical...

But before I get to that tale, let me just tell you first what had happened to me after the show.

I lost a fight against a cement wall.

Well, rather my car lost a fight against the cement wall. Trying to reverse oh-so-carefully out of a tight parking spot in one of those typically mini-sized underground carparks, I inadvertently rammed the back of my car into a support wall. The reason: I was so preoccupied with trying to avoid from clipping my driver side mirror against the other car parked very close that I didn't even notice the looming concrete behind me. Boom! As soon as my ride rocked into an abrupt halt, I knew what had happened. I don't know whether I was more frustrated with myself for doing something so stupid, or mortified from embarrassment as the carpark full of theatre-goers, all on their way out also, gawked at the idiot who couldn't pull out properly. I got out of the car, quickly checked the damage (cracked brake light and 12" long deep scratch along the side bumper), feigned shocked and got back in. Made a hasty retreat with my tail tucked between the seats. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Anyway, back to the show. Long anticipated, after having purchased my tickets months before, the wait was worth it. Priscilla was everything that I've heard of. Awesome. The lights, the colours, the songs, the costumes. It was like a bunch of frenetic drag shows strung into a one long fantastic performance. Sticking very close to the movie's plot, everything were familiar but new (with plenty of in-joke references for those who know the movie inside out). And although it seemed to lack the depth of substance when compared to the film, it was still a thoroughly satisfying experience, that stands on its own. Priscilla was, dare I say it, fabulous!...

...inane car bingle and all.