To American Idiot.  Completely blown away by the energy of the cast and the ecstatic reaction of the audience.  Watching Billy Joe Armstrong own the stage, wheeling about like a drunken uncle at a Christmas party, eyes a-goggle, was something else.  The man oozes so much charisma, I was surprised that the rest of the cast didn’t fall over in the slick.  And an encore of the ultimate teenage anthem, Good Riddance, sung by Armstrong to a devoted congregation, was more than emotional.  Contrary to usual Broadway convention, drinks were allowed into the auditorium (the rebel vibe only curtailed slightly by the standard-issue plastic beakers with lids).  Congratulations to John Pinckard and crew - the tour’s going to be a blast.