I am going on vacation soon to Washington, D.C.; Williamsburg, VA.; Baltimore, MD; and New York City. Being a theater fan, I assumed this vacation would be filled with theater opportunities. Wrong. I am amazed at how boring the theater scene is everywhere. True there are new plays you might like if you tried them, but who wants to risk it as $40 to $100 a seat. I have no interest in any Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. I adore Stephen Sondheim, but that last two star-studded revivals I paid $80 each for were poorly produced duds.You couldn't pay me to see Hairspray or Wicked or any of the Broadway musicals recently spun out of second-rate movies like—God help us—Catch Me if You Can. Anything with the name Disney attached could only be saccharine and vomitous. Everyone who has seen The Book of Mormon raves about it, but I am sure as Cole Porter wrote, "It would bore me terrifically, too."  Everyone endlessly revives popular crap like Joseph and his Stupid Coat and Cats.  Doesn't anyone revive Eugene O'Neil, Clifford Odets, William Inge,  or the musicals of Frank Loesser.  Their shows are worth $100. We have totally lost sight of good theater. The much-heralded August in Osage County is a weak soap opera. Who proclaimed it anything better. In New York Porgy and Bess is a possible, though I would feel like I betrayed George and Ira. And I am sure I would love Gore Vidal's The Best Man, which is a great play, but I've been fooled before. I don't ever expect to thrilled again as I was at the original The Sound of Music, Raisin in the Sun or even the more recent Ragtime, not based on what I see being shown. I love blogging. You can be as cranky as you like and nobody can stop you.