I apparently saw the Las Vegas version of Avenue Q just in time, since just five days later they cut at least two songs. (They were the two songs I would've cut, on the other hand, so.) It's claimed that it's to allow the show to end earlier, but the thirty-minutes shorter coincidentally corresponds to a clause in the standard union contract permitting more shows a week for the same price. Blogger Amber Taylor, in an eerie coincidence, recently posted her own photo of an Avenue Q encounter.

My brother's a big fan of the show, which I had wanted to see in New York before the Tony awards made it an impossible ticket; I liked it, but I didn't love it. I'd perhaps read too many Slate.com pieces where the author lazily introduced the article with a funny anecdote from "Avenue Q," which spoiled some of the better jokes, but I think a larger problem was that, well, I'd already laughed at these jokes when they were done by "Meet the Feebles" and "TV Funhouse." "Isn't Bert gay?" and "Gary Coleman is washed up" are also pretty tired memes if one's versed in pop culture.