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T-shirts and booze in recognizably striped sippy cups.
My usher was sporting a neon-green manicure complete with black-and-white accent nails on each ring finger.
True to its source material, its loud, its cheeky, and its all about excess.
Pure mischief doesnt discriminate, and it doesnt give a flying fandango.
But, as Beetlejuice himself might say, Blah blah blah, Jesus.
Dont be freaked, he sings, I do this bullshit, like, eight times a week!
(Her: National Public Radio?
Him: Thats where tote bags come from.)
As in that musical, though, Perfect doesnt exactly write distinctive tunes.
Beetlejuiceis at the Winter Garden Theatre.
