Way back in November when I attended the Silicon Valley Moms Blog holiday party I met the lovely PR rep for Wicked. Just meeting her would have been enough. I read Wicked way back when it was published and I’ve been dreaming of seeing the musical since it first hit Broadway. Getting to meet someone who works with the production was way cool. But we didn’t just get to meet her. We also got vouchers for tickets to see the show.
Considering the fact that the party was back in November and that the tickets had to be redeemed before the middle of March, you’d think that someone who had been waiting for years to see this show would have gotten her act together, but there was the never ending rash, and the holidays, and work, and life, and so I didn’t get around to it until last week.
I know! Madness.
Luckily it all worked out. We got tickets for Friday night, my beloved in-laws were available to watch the girls and even offered to take them overnight. Then at some point on Thursday night I realized that there was no reason for us to come home after the show. No sitter waiting for us. No kids needing our attention in the morning.
No reason not to jump on Orbitz and scout out hotels near the theater.
Which is how M and I found ourselves walking back leisurely towards the Westin after the show instead of jumping into the car to drive an hour home. We were able to chat about the show, about the set, the music, the story. We took in San Francisco at night, something we’d never seen together. And then we slept like babies in the Westin’s Heavenly beds.
Wicked was great. Not the best musical we’ve ever seen, but great nonetheless. All it was missing was some truly catchy tunes to take it to Les Miserables or Miss Saigon levels. The set was amazing, the actors were awesome, and the story is still as thought provoking as I remember it to be. I can completely see why people go see it multiple times. It’s wonderful to have the reminder (in song no less) that first impressions can be wrong and that how people look doesn’t dictate who they are inside. And there’s always something heartwarming about seeing a good story about friendship that overcomes every obstacle. I do love a good friendship story.
We didn’t have much time in the city the next morning. Just enough for a mediocre breakfast and a lovely walk around Union Square and Market Street. But it was enough. We felt rested and restored. Having just 17 hours to ourselves, away from home, was heaven.
Theater tickets or no we’ll be heading to the city for more nights off. Because it was truly wicked as they say in Boston.