Thank God The Edge called my house--or rather that his assistant did. My mother wrote a New York Times Sunday Op-Ed piece that caught his attention. The article, called "My Family's Flop," was about my grandparents' struggle in 1972 with their equally extravagant musical. The result: I ended up at the opening night of Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark 2.0 with my mom.

The scene in the theater was crazy. From Bill Clinton causing a major traffic jam, to Jay-Z hiding under his grey hoodie sweatshirt, to Matt Damon lurking in the corner trying to go unnoticed, to Julian Casablancas dressed as Julian Casablancas, there was no lack of great people-watching. I also spotted Gayle King a few rows down, but to my dismay, Oprah was nowhere in sight.

Reviews aside, Spiderman needs to be seen to be appreciated. I loved it. There is no denying that the show, along with the crush-worthy lead Reeve Carney, is a feast for the eyes. Simply, you can’t pour $75 million dollars into a show and not have something worth seeing. So, I encourage anyone and everyone who gets a chance to see Spiderman to go and decide for yourself.