Sondheim is fun. Friday night was Sweeney Todd, and Saturday afternoon was Sunday in the Park with George. I must admit -- "admit" because it's the obvious choice, and I hate liking the obvious choice better, but -- "Sweeney" was by far my favorite of the two. "Sunday in the Park" was very cool in a lot of ways, and the end of the first act where the cast poses as Seurat's painting and then the backdrop comes up to reveal the painting itself was absolutely breathtaking, but the Powerpoint presentation in the second act was disappointingly weird and it just lacked the same kind of edge-of-your-seat energy that Sweeney had. Really, that was probably one of the best shows I've ever seen... when Brian Stokes Mitchell brandishes that razor with his mad mad claws, you quiver. I never would have made it to the Sondheim festival at all had it not been for the organizational forethought of Anne, and hanging out with her and Lauren and Jenny (and Amanda and Tom and Hef, for "Sunday") this weekend was as fabulous as the shows. Ah. On the fifth and sixth days, they saw the work Sondheim had wrought, and the work was good.