It was like, totally awesome!

It was a scene plucked right out of Footloose: Big-banged bridesmaids in lacy peach confections swing their arms and kick their legs “Carlton” style to the beat of a synthesized tune. Center stage, the bride, in a puffy white frock made of enough tulle to shroud a small country, whips out the Robot as men in teal suits and peach ties bop behind her.

Man, I love the 80’s!

And because I share a fondness for the decade with many other people, The Wedding Singer—oozing in 80’s humor, slang, and fashion faux pas'—was a hit on Tuesday night. They got everything right. From the neon-accented set to the checkerboard vans and Michael Jackson Beat It jackets, this show was like a time machine. We entered the theatre and zipped back to 1985, when you could go to Vegas and get married by Ronald Regan, Cyndi Lauper, Tina Turner, Mr. T., Immelda Marcos, or Billy Idol. (Impersonators, of course).

Throughout the show, the Jersey jokes soared, while the Jewish jokes—mostly stemming from a hilarious Bar Mitzvah scene—fell a little flat (it was the first night of Passover, after all.) The scenery was a bit reminiscent of what you’d see in Disneyland’s ‘Toon Town, which I appreciated given my recent trip, and the cast, of course, was amazing. Mark and I especially liked the lead (played by Broadway newbie) because he reminded us of an old friend. He wasn’t anything like Adam Sandler, but then again, he wasn’t supposed to be. But he was funny in his own way, and he had a better voice!

Thanks again to Speed for providing such a fun night. Although we heard later that there was an incident involving one of his friends and the vibrating bed, from where we sat, the back-stage “performance” was flawless. Or should I say it was like, totally awesome!