Sometimes you just have to let the world know: it's been a really nice week.
hitode and I had our anniversary this last Sunday. She couldn't take the night off, so we just met up for dinner at my favorite cheap but tasty ramen place. It was good!
... then we decided to make up for it on Wednesday. She wasn't working, I took a personal day. We slept until midafternoon (an important part of calling in, I feel), before finally heading to Chinatown to stock up on tea and buns and soft pretty scarves. Then up to Broadway to buy bargain tickets. The show we were thinking of turned out to be dark that night-- my own fault for not checking but really, we weren't going to reschedule and there was always the possibility of a sellout. I was interested in A Little Night Music but the couple behind us in line gave us an unsolicited review and sort of turned us off that, as well as accidentally ensuring that we weren't going to join them in going to their pick, which was Fela!. So in the end, we just went with Phantom.
So much teenage nostalgia, you cannot fathom. I do feel a little bad for not trying something new but considering that we could sit together and critique the lyrics revisions because we both knew them by heart, I can't say it was a bad choice for a date.
This was also the best set of male leads I'd ever seen in the show. John Cudia's range was perfect and he put-- okay, yes, Phantom is a campy campy show. I do not care, and I will stand by this statement: he put a lot into the role.
Unfortunately the Christine, Jennifer Hope Wills, was shoot yourself in the head horrible. I actually went and looked up some reviews about her performance to see if I could figure out what was going on there, and I still have no clue. Her voice was forced, constantly wandering off pitch, strangely accented and just plain bad, and yet according to the few articles I've found she's supposed to be gorgeous in the role? I honestly have to wonder if the understudy was unavailable and she was sick as a dog. Or maybe whoever got assigned to review the show 22(?) years after its debut just phoned it in. Not a total moodkiller, but I think we both just sort of laid back and thought of Sarah Brightman sometimes.
And then there was terrible in the good way chocolate brownie dessert, so that was alright. I think it may have made me a little sick, but
hitode let me sleep it off on her for a few hours when we got home, so that was alright too.
... I'm not very good a sharing my feelings, sometimes. This a big deal for me, but it's much easier to talk about dessert and Andrew Lloyd Webber than it is to come out and say how very important this girl is to me. That doesn't mean she isn't though ♥