Dirty Dancing

'Twas my birthday and I started it with a trip to London for work and play. First stop: Aldwych Theatre for a spot of Dirty Dancing. I'm a huge fan of the movie (goes without saying for woman of my age!) but the live adaptation was just... weird. Loved the second half but spent the first half distracted by Baby's hair, Johnny's scowl, the bizarre set changes, and the rare glimpses of cellulite; I was in the fourth row so that granted me some interesting views.

Anyway, I aged in London. 'Nuff said.