Brian and Rick took me out for dinner and a show (those guys are the best dates in the world! Except for the vodka incident). We went to see The Producers. About one-third of the way through, I realized that I couldn't remember anymore what it had been like without the music and dancing. And I think I'm glad I didn't see Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick. Because it might -- just might -- have been even funnier. And if I had laughed any more. I'd be dead. I don't think I could have taken it.