The touring production of Wicked came back to Boise. We missed it several years ago and Old What’s Her Face* hasn’t let me hear the end of it.
We bought our tickets in November, and last night was the night. It was kind of awkward, because we had company over the weekend. They wanted to visit, and insisted this weekend had to be the one. We told them about our plans, and weren’t about to flush $300 worth of tickets down the drain. We went anyway, company stayed home.
We really had a good time. I’m not as enamored as some people are with it, but it was well worth the effort to see. I know some fans get Greatful Dead, Harry Potter, Star Trek crazy about it.
In my mind Galinda was worth the price of admission. She’s hilarious.
This is probably ancient news to most Americans, but I get a fair amount of international traffic here. I live in Idaho, and Broadway isn’t just down the street. If you get a chance to see it, see it.
It isn’t exactly “man card” material, but I’m confident enough to not worry about such things. Fun is fun, no matter what flavor it comes in. I can always watch Tombstone again later to balance my karma.
* Old What’s Her Face is not my wife’s real name.