We gathered in the Shubert Theatre's lobby and found ourselves next to a gaggle of middle-aged women talking like lunatics about their Clay Aiken encounters. They had his face printed on their 'official fan club' handbags (you couldn't make this up) and they were comparing their photos with the star (which they kept in their wallets, of course). At one point they started discussing the club's online noticeboard and Tim and I had to walk away because we could no longer stifle our giggles.
But the Aiken geeks got the last laugh. The Spamalot show was beyond amazing and I don't regret going at all. In fact, it rocked. But the fan club floozies screamed through the whole performance. Whenever 'Clay' came on stage they would go off like firecrackers, leaving the Python fans leaning forward on our chairs, trying to catch each hilarious line. What made it so infuriating was that Clay Aiken wasn't the star of the show, yet the real leads had to stop their lines for all the screaming.
Next stop: What a load of bull - visiting New York's financial district.
Check out more photos from my trip in my Flickr album.
Find out about New York.
Read more of Kelly's blogs.
