No One Mourns the Wicked
Having planned for this outing months ago, I was somewhat unprepared for yesterday’s excitement. Rebecca met me in DC for happy-hour-style dinner at Ceiba ($5 cocktails and half-priced bar menu? Sign me up). I had a mojito, Rebecca had a margarita, and we shared three deliciously cheap appetizers, including pulled pork pupusas which are fun to say and fun to eat.
I have been waiting years to see Wicked, in fact it was probably over a year ago when Rebecca and I noted in our calendars that it would be coming back to DC in 2011.
It was awesome.
The last broadway show I saw was the Lion King in NYC last summer. I walked out of that theater pretty certain that nothing would ever top it.
But Wicked was equally mind-blowing and fulfilled all my childhood dreams of knowing more about Oz and the story behind the Wizard of Oz (pretty much my favorite movie ever). I loved the comedy and the love story and the plot twists and the allusions to the original story and the music. I wanted to hit rewind after a couple of scenes and immediately re-watch them. It was that good.
We were goofy happy afterward, can you tell?
I was a little tense because I handed my camera to a stranger for this picture. Eesh.
Anyway, I can’t overlook the added benefit to seeing a show at the Kennedy Center, which of course is seeing the Kennedy Center. It is one of my favorite places in DC. The pictures of a young, handsome JFK and the ever-glamorous Jackie, the grandiose Hall of Nations, the River Terrace overlooking the Potomac, the big red bow around the whole building at Christmastime — I just really like the Kennedy Center.
A big thank you to Rebecca, who bought the tickets as a ‘thank you’ to me for being the best MOH #2 she’s ever had.