Is there anything more sacred than a bar full of inebriated gay men singing along to Broadway's greatest hits? The answer is no. There is not.
Ben introduced me to Musical Mondays at The Edge tonight and I'm ashamed for never having gone before. Every screen in the bar was showing Broadway theater numbers that everyone knew the words to. It was like a live action episode of "Glee," but with a little more booze and a lot more groping. It's my Mecca.