WICKED, WICKED, WICKED! If you do one thing for yourself (and for that matter others) GO SEE WICKED! David and I went to see it last night with Colleen and her boys, Garret and Connor. It was their second time, our first. Dave's first ever play/musical. I watched him periodically throughout the performance. He was mesmerized! He was enthralled! He loved it. How do I know? You should have heard him telling his sister Emily-Ann about it this morning while they were eating their waffles.

Dave: Emily, there were scarry flying monkeys!
Emma: Were they really scarry?
Dave: Oh yes, you would have to close your eyes. Connor did.
Emma: MOM! Did Connor have his eyes closed?
Me: (from the kitchen): When?
Emma: Last night at the "featre". Dave said he did.
Me: He did the first time he saw it, last night he was brave.
Emma: I could be brave too.
Dave: No, you would have to close your eyes.
Emma: NO I WOULD NOT!
Dave: YES YOU WOULD!
Emma: NO!
Dave: YES!

You get the point.

Back to the performance. Beautiful, sensational, FUNNY, touching, loving, loud, incredible sets, phenomenal acting. As a fan of The Wizard of Oz, a BIG fan, I have always wanted to be Glinda (GAlinda!) but now I want to be Elphaba (aka The Wicked Witch of the West). I really want to be Elphaba.

Do yourself a favor. Go see it. I am (again!).