Accidental theater weekend.
So tomorrow, seshat and I are going to see a matinée performance of Little Shop of Horrors in San Jose, an event which has had me all wound up and vibrating for the better part of a week (once I finally woke up enough to get excited). I love this show. I've loved this show since I was a little girl. I've been in this show more times than any other single production of anything, I've played practically every part it's possible for me to have played, I've seen the movie more times than I'm willing to admit, and I have the entire soundtrack memorized. Including the songs that got cut before they even reached the stage. ('We'll Have Tomorrow' is, ironically, one of my favorite songs in the show. Despite not actually being in the damn show.) A day with a good friend and a show that I adore -- it's hard to get much better than that.
Only then, this morning, an unexpected email led directly to my coming into possession of two tickets to a performance of The Secret Garden. For tonight. Um. As I already had plans for tonight -- specifically, hanging out with aiglet, whose television has been hoarding a variety of shows in my name -- I had to consult with the oracle before committing. Namely...
cadhla: You up for the theatre tonight?
aiglet: Uh... Where, when, what, and how much?
cadhla: Walnut Creek, 8pm, The Secret Garden, gas.
aiglet: The musical or the play? (This will temper the enthusiasm of my agreement, you see.)
cadhla: Musical.
aiglet: YES!!!!!!
It turns out that, as I am to Little Shop of Horrors, she is to The Secret Garden. Maybe it's not the favorite musical, maybe it's not the big-ticket show that you'd pay a hundred dollars to see, maybe it's had its hour in the sun already, but none of that matters, because it's the fuzzy blanket of theatrical productions, and sometimes, you just gotta snuggle up in something you already know inside and out. Somehow, accidentally, this has become the weekend of theater.
That's awesome.
Only then, this morning, an unexpected email led directly to my coming into possession of two tickets to a performance of The Secret Garden. For tonight. Um. As I already had plans for tonight -- specifically, hanging out with aiglet, whose television has been hoarding a variety of shows in my name -- I had to consult with the oracle before committing. Namely...
cadhla: You up for the theatre tonight?
aiglet: Uh... Where, when, what, and how much?
cadhla: Walnut Creek, 8pm, The Secret Garden, gas.
aiglet: The musical or the play? (This will temper the enthusiasm of my agreement, you see.)
cadhla: Musical.
aiglet: YES!!!!!!
It turns out that, as I am to Little Shop of Horrors, she is to The Secret Garden. Maybe it's not the favorite musical, maybe it's not the big-ticket show that you'd pay a hundred dollars to see, maybe it's had its hour in the sun already, but none of that matters, because it's the fuzzy blanket of theatrical productions, and sometimes, you just gotta snuggle up in something you already know inside and out. Somehow, accidentally, this has become the weekend of theater.
That's awesome.