feeling a little wicked

has it ever happened, you've seen a striking film, beautifully written and acted and photographed, that you walk out of the theater glad to be a human being and you say to yourself i hope they make a lot of money from that? i hope the actors, i hope the director earns a million dollars for what they've done, what they've given me tonight? and you go back and see the movie again and you're happy to be a tiny part of the system that is rewarding those people with every ticket...the actors i see on the screen, they'll get twenty cents of this very dollar i'm paying now; they'll be able to buy an ice cream cone any flavor they want from their share of my ticket alone. glorious moments in art in books and films and dance, they're delicious because we see ourselves in glory's mirror. --richard bach

after months and months of having tickets to see wicked at the kennedy center, tonight was the night.

the anticipation was killing me, and the day dragged on, but finally, it was time to head out to meet the girls for a quick dinner at panera before heading on to the show. so myself, ann, julie, gretchen, and deena grabbed a bite and loaded into deena's car. with traffic nearly at a standstill for most of the way, the panic in me was rising. i mean one, these were not cheap tickets, and two, i had waited for far too long to see this show. was it possible that we would be late? would they let us in if we were late or would we miss the entire first act? it was everything i could do not to scream, but alas, it was completely out of my control, and i'm still not sure how, but we somehow managed to make it there right on time (meaning time enough to use the restroom and buy a t-shirt).

on the way to our seats, deena noticed a woman whose skirt seemed to be caught in her pantyhose. after several minutes of debating whether or not the skirt could actually be designed that way, deena finally decided to be the good samaritan and quietly notify the woman...at which point she learned that the skirt actually was intended to look like that. the designer should be shot.

after the pre-entertainment entertainment we headed to our seats and the anticipation was growing. so was the nervousness. see, anytime i go to the theater, i am reminded of what it is that i truly truly love to do, and that always makes me a little sad. but it's also always worth it to see a good show. and this was a good show.

having had a technical theater background, i am usually more critical than most, and i certainly found imperfections, but it was overall, an exhilarating experience. i knew the book, and i knew the music, and yet, there were still quite a few wonderful surprises. i was fascinated by the set (as i often am) and was completely blown away by the woman playing elphaba. the only real downside is that now that i've seen it, i want to see it again!