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So I was in NY, like...all day yesterday. My feet are probably sore but I don't really walk around a lot in the mornings.
So about a month ago my mom got tickets to see Wicked for my birthday, which was Tuesday, as I have already made obnoxiously clear. The show was at eight at night. So, LOGICALLY, my parents decided we should leave the house at noon. The drive only took about an hour as opposed to the predicted two. This is probably because my dad is a crazy driver when he wants to be D:
So we got there and wandered around for a while and went to FAO Schwarz, which is this amazing toy store full of gigantic plush dinosaurs and a huge Lego Chewbacca. And a terrifying Lego Hagrid with keys and everything. Pretty cool.
Then we...just kind of wandered around for a while. We went past the zoo (not through it because we were too lazy to buy tickets) and sat on rocks and looked at horse buggies. It was boring stuff. Especially since it lasted, oh, three hours.
Then we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, where we were treated with the soothing sounds of Oasis and the Gym Class Heroes (kill me please) while drinking amazing drinks and eating terrible food. I'm not sure what to make of the place as a whole, but our waiter was really friendly. He walked up to us and started asking where we're from, what we're doing, told us how awesome Wicked is and called me a cynic for mentioning that I heard it's overrated. Also, my gaydar was blaring.
Then after another two or three hours of wandering around aimlessly we finally went to the theater. It was the Gershwin, so in one part of the lobby there's a big list of all these Hall of Fame people, and I saw Hearn's name on the list and got all fangirly. HEARN NEEDS MORE LOVE.
Then after ANOTHER hour of waiting, we were in our seats and watching a huge dragon flail around for no reason in particular. I guess every show needs some sort of huge animated thing in the overture (this phenomenon is henceforth known as a Phantom Chandelier).
And yeah. It was awesome. Wicked is the next play I need to start memorizing.
The sets were awesome, the acting was great (TOSS TOSS), the music sounded better when played out than just listening to it on a cast recording. My only real issue with it is that the lyrics suck. Bad. I mean, they get the job done, but they're not exactly deep. Maybe listening to so much Sondheim has set the bar high for lyrics in my brain.
Oh and the ending is terrible.
Eh. Still a splendiferous play.
AT THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH INNUENDO AND OUTUENDO[/rant]
In other news, I think my period's coming up, because I'm starting to get over-emotional.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OVER-EMOTIONAL WHEN YOU CRY LISTENING TO OINGO BOINGO. OINGO BOINGO =/= CRY-WORTHY.
So about a month ago my mom got tickets to see Wicked for my birthday, which was Tuesday, as I have already made obnoxiously clear. The show was at eight at night. So, LOGICALLY, my parents decided we should leave the house at noon. The drive only took about an hour as opposed to the predicted two. This is probably because my dad is a crazy driver when he wants to be D:
So we got there and wandered around for a while and went to FAO Schwarz, which is this amazing toy store full of gigantic plush dinosaurs and a huge Lego Chewbacca. And a terrifying Lego Hagrid with keys and everything. Pretty cool.
Then we...just kind of wandered around for a while. We went past the zoo (not through it because we were too lazy to buy tickets) and sat on rocks and looked at horse buggies. It was boring stuff. Especially since it lasted, oh, three hours.
Then we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, where we were treated with the soothing sounds of Oasis and the Gym Class Heroes (kill me please) while drinking amazing drinks and eating terrible food. I'm not sure what to make of the place as a whole, but our waiter was really friendly. He walked up to us and started asking where we're from, what we're doing, told us how awesome Wicked is and called me a cynic for mentioning that I heard it's overrated. Also, my gaydar was blaring.
Then after another two or three hours of wandering around aimlessly we finally went to the theater. It was the Gershwin, so in one part of the lobby there's a big list of all these Hall of Fame people, and I saw Hearn's name on the list and got all fangirly. HEARN NEEDS MORE LOVE.
Then after ANOTHER hour of waiting, we were in our seats and watching a huge dragon flail around for no reason in particular. I guess every show needs some sort of huge animated thing in the overture (this phenomenon is henceforth known as a Phantom Chandelier).
And yeah. It was awesome. Wicked is the next play I need to start memorizing.
The sets were awesome, the acting was great (TOSS TOSS), the music sounded better when played out than just listening to it on a cast recording. My only real issue with it is that the lyrics suck. Bad. I mean, they get the job done, but they're not exactly deep. Maybe listening to so much Sondheim has set the bar high for lyrics in my brain.
Oh and the ending is terrible.
Eh. Still a splendiferous play.
AT THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH INNUENDO AND OUTUENDO[/rant]
In other news, I think my period's coming up, because I'm starting to get over-emotional.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OVER-EMOTIONAL WHEN YOU CRY LISTENING TO OINGO BOINGO. OINGO BOINGO =/= CRY-WORTHY.