
I remember seeing a commercial for a tour of Evita during The Tony Awards, insisting to Krystal that we had to go, and getting tickets the next morning. Admittedly, I can't recall much about the performance. I'm sure I was much too enthralled to really take anything in. It must have been wonderful, because I don't remember having any complaints. When I asked Krystal what she thought of the show, she said she'd enjoyed it, but didn't understand where the dog came into play. I was confused, and assured her that there weren't any canine musical numbers. "Why did Che keep referring to a flying dog then?" I laughed. "Not High Flying, A Dog, honey, High Flying, Adored."