The ads for the Chicago production of this show, which opened on Broadway in spring of 1985, were all over the TV in the spring of 1986. I begged and pleaded for tickets to see it for my 12th birthday, which was in May.
I got those tickets for my birthday, and I got to bring one friend. I asked C, with whom I'd made friends that year, our first year of middle school. She and I are still friends to this day, and she still harasses me about my completely outrageous love of this play and how I listened to the soundtrack over and over and over for years after we saw it.
I can still sing the entirety of "Hand for the Hog" from memory.
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