Last night, I went to see Cats at the
France-Merrick Performance Arts Center at the Hippodrome in Baltimore. It's a beautifully restored theater built in 1914 in downtown at the corner of Eutaw and Baltimore Streets, just a couple of blocks away from Ravens Stadium.
We left around 3:15, expecting to hit traffic, and hit NONE other than a brief slowdown merging onto I-97 and arrived around 5:15. We parked about a block away in one of the many parking garages nearby and strolled the streets to the theater. We were WAY early and popped into Starbucks across the street and sipped on yummy
Cinnamon Dolce Lattes until the theater opened. Dinner was at the small cafe in the building called The Hipp Place and was mucho yummy.
We strolled around the lobby enjoying the sights and reading about the history of the theater, ignoring the overpriced souvenirs (I still have the t-shirt I bought about 15 years ago when I first saw the play) except for a program - a bargain at $10.

The doors finally opened at 7:30 and we found our seats in the second row and on the aisle.

We chatted with our friendly neighbors until the house lights dimmed a bit after 8.
The music swelled, the lights illuminated the stage, the fog machines created atmosphere, and some of the actors appeared in the audience from the side. The action began on the stage as Cats began popping out of the various openings in the scenery for the grand first act. Then something strange happened. We began noticing lights and sirens from the back of the theater and an automated voice booming out. The special effects had tripped the fire alarms in the building. The stage manager stopped the show and told everyone to remain seated while they checked out the problem. Twenty minutes later after assuring us it was a false alarm, they began the show again. Less than a minute into it, the alarms go off again. Again, the show was stopped, the house lights brought up, and they went to check the building out. This delay lasted a good 35 minutes as the fire marshals tried to determine the cause. Finally, the all clear was sounded, people returned to their seats, and they began the show again - this time for good - a good hour late.
It is an awesome spectacle of music and dance.

It was incredible being so close to the stage, where you could see every detail but you had to dodge the occasional flying sweat and spit from the actors. The first hour flew by, a shortened intermission, then the second half continued. Everyone sat enthralled in their seat. Alas, it was over too soon and we left around 11:15. Then the next adventure began when trying to get out of the parking garage. One harried attendant, broken/jammed exit gates, and dipsticks who didn't listen to the directions about paying BEFORE you got back into your car lead to a 20 minute wait trying to exit. We finally got out and on the road, trying to find our way out of the city. The street signs suck and I missed the turn onto Baltimore Street and went around the block, vainly trying to find more signs telling us how to get to 295. By happy accident, the street I picked turned into 295 and we cruised home with very light traffic, but awful rain and fog along the way. We finally pulled into the driveway just a little bit shy of 2 am.
If you ever get the chance to see Cats...GO! The music from Andrew Lloyd Webber is incredible, the costumes and set design superb, and the talent of the dancers/singers was amazing. The Hippodrome is spectacular with its beautiful restored interior with soaring painted ceilings and incredible architecture. It's easy to get to and has ample parking close by. Two thumbs way up.