I have to be honest in saying that I wasn't all that excited to go. Regrettably, I read the book. Those are hours of my life that I'll never get back but will spend my life wishing I could. It's on my personal list of worst books of all time. I'd been told over and over that the musical is loosely based on the book, and is clean, fun, and fantastic. But still, one doesn't get over preconceived notions very easily. I told Jake that if he would get the tickets, then we could go for our anniversary. I figured the chances were low that he would remember in time.
I was wrong.
I'm so glad I was wrong.
First of all, we have not been to a big show like this in a long time. The last any kind of live show that wasn't free would have taken place in Utah, before Tessa was born. When your husband's occupation is student, it's hard enough to justify paying a babysitter, let alone anything more elaborate than a movie. It was a lot of fun to get (semi) dressed up to go to a production again.
Secondly, it was a really great show. There is something other worldly about being in the presence of incredible talent. The voice on the Wicked Witch/Elphaba was simply gorgeous, and when she slammed out some of those power notes..... goosebumps, tears welling. The cast was absolutely impressive in every way they were supposed to be, including the musicians in the pit. I left happy--even with burned and blistered feet. (Ugh. A story I will spare you.)
What a great way to celebrate an anniversary (the show, not the feet). Thank you, Husband.