I was totes Wicked this weekend… pretty sure I’ll be banned from any sort of heavenly place. Friday, I headed to the big city to be Wicked… when we got there cuzzins Jen and her husband Seth had made the drive from Idaho… no Udaho… to be Wicked with us. We were all Wicked. Totes peer pressure if you ask me!
We were actually there to attend the traveling Broadway production of the musical, Wicked! I had never seen it before. I’d heard the music and liked a few of the songs, but it was never a LOVE kind of like… more of a… Oh, that’s a song kind of like. Nothing like the way I adored every single song in the musical Les Miserables… but I had seen that musical on a hand full of occasions.
First set of business was dinner. Madre had picked this place in the new City Creek great and spacious mall structure called Texas De Brazil… some Brazilian steak house. Mmmmmm… vegetarian Brazilian cows! She even made reservations. We show up… entered in the wrong back door because we all live in hick towns… and then had to traipse all the way through the restaurant… everyone staring at us like we just hopped off the Beverly Hillbilly cart, to the front of the restaurant where a hostess would seat us. We sat, someone brought us out rolls and water… and then a waitress chic came over to explain how the restaurant worked. No menus… salad bar and meat… period. That was when we asked the prices… dude… 42 bucks per person. And I know it was per person because we asked if she meant that’s the price for the whole table. I ain’t paying 42 bucks to eat a few lettuce leaves and glare at a bleeding piece of meat with a bell around it’s neck. No how. Cheap skate… through and through. Also, poor as a field mouse and more used to paying $5.00 specials at the Subway. Needless to say, we all left… stole some breath mints on the way out too for our inconvenience! 😛 Instead, we traipsed back across the mall to Kneaders, the sandwich shop… way more up my alley. Good laws!
Anyways… Wicked. The story of the witches in the Wizard of Oz… very creative… hilarious… fun… touching… and awesome. I loved it… even if I did spend the whole 2-1/2 hours smelling the dude in front of me’s body odor. An extra added bonus… the last time I went to the Capitol Theatre, I was a teenager… years ago. I couldn’t fit in the seats. I sat with my butt on the very edge of the seat for the whole production… miserable the whole dagnabbed time… trying to make myself smaller so the poor folks next to me didn’t die of claustrophobia. It didn’t work. The lady next to me left after intermission… she was way too squished with my fat blobules spilling out all sides of the seat. I vowed I’d never go back to that theater again. It was humiliating and I was scarred. I was nervous going this time because of the seats… I don’t know why… I weigh considerably less than I did as a teenager… things would be different. I wanted to cry when I sat in my seat with no issue at all… I even had room. What a difference a few hundred pounds make… even if I’m not moving much right now… it’s still important to remember where I’ve been… because I won’t ever be going back there! Mark my words, DoDo!
Wicked… see it if you ever have the opportunity… for certain. Thanks to Karen for nudging me to go… even if I was scared of the seating for no reason. 😛
Question of the Day: Have you seen Wicked or read the book? Do you have a favorite song from Wicked?