We saw – and very much enjoyed – a musical last night at the New World Stages. Desperate Measures, very loosely (better to say barely) based on Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure, proved a delightful musical. Recommend you see it. Every time I glanced to my right, I saw Shelly smiling. Female lead Lauren Molina seemed to channel Lucille Ball with her facial expressions. The plot might not play well in the era of #Me2 but you do not think about it. As a country-rock enthusiast, I found the music particularly comforting and the lyrical rhyming cute.

It makes for more fun, from my viewpoint, when those around me, even strangers, express enjoyment at a performance. Indeed, the audience cheered each number as if we were at a rock concert and laughed at the jokes.

And of course, Gotham played a role (Imagine, two blogs in a roll touting our tribe; last week I wrote and posted, “Gotham works.”). I met “Dr. Judy” at the Friars Club a few times – not sure if it followed a Gotham meeting, or one of the mayoral forum Fred Klein got me involved co-producing – and we exchanged cards; a few weeks back she emailed suggesting we attend a performance.

My original plans for last night involved pulling together a BBQ; I remain firmly convinced Shelly prefers last night’s plans. And there might not be a BBQ until the Gotham Picnic and Softball game next month (catered as usual by the extraordinary “Saidy’s Cafe”).

Go see it if you can.