There’s something about making a whole evening out of a weeknight that just feels a little rebellious… and a lot necessary.
Last week, I had the absolute pleasure of doing just that—heading to Magnus Theatre to see Jesus Christ Superstar. Now, if you’re anything like me, going into something completely blind feels like a personality trait at this point. I had exactly two pieces of information going in:
- Everyone said it was amazing.
- I had absolutely no idea what it was about.
Perfect. Say less.
Naturally, we made an event of it. The night kicked off with what can only be described as an aggressively good charcuterie spread. And before you ask—no, there are no photos. Because I was too busy inhaling cheese and crackers like it was my full-time job. Priorities.
Full, happy, and slightly overconfident in our ability to “figure out the plot as we go,” off we went.
And honestly? Going in blind was elite behavior. We spent half the time creating our own version of what we thought was happening, only to loosely fact-check ourselves afterward. Highly recommend this method for maximum entertainment.
But let me be clear—this production did not need our imaginary plotlines to shine. It was unreal. The set was simple, but in that intentional, perfectly thought-out way that makes you realize less really can be more. The performances? Mind-blowing. The kind where you sit there thinking, excuse me, this is happening in our city?
Because truly, having productions like this in our own backyard is such a gift. Especially during that never-ending winter stretch when the only hobby most of us have is “staying warm indoors and questioning our life choices.”
And now, I need to talk about the moment. Our group’s unanimous favorite: the Liza Minnelli part. And no, I will not be elaborating—you simply had to be there. Just know she stole the show, my heart, and honestly, a piece of my personality.
11/10. No notes. Just pure love.
After the curtain call, we stepped outside into what can only be described as the most dramatic fog Thunder Bay has ever seen. Obviously, we made our way to Waverley Park to fully embrace the spooky, cinematic vibes. It felt like we had wandered onto a movie set—or into the beginning of a slightly questionable decision. Either way, we leaned in.
Now, I will admit—my life lately has been heavily centered around local productions. But listen… it’s been cold, okay? And inside is warm. We do what we must to survive.
But with the snow (finally) starting to melt and whispers of spring in the air (I’m choosing optimism here), I’m ready. Ready to get outside, attempt to tan these aggressively pale legs, and maybe—just maybe—try a few things that are slightly outside my comfort zone.
So here’s your sign:
Go support your local theatre.
Make a random weeknight feel like an occasion.
Say yes to plans, even if you don’t fully know what you’re walking into.
And maybe—just maybe—start unpacking the shorts. I think there’s hope for warmth.
