Wicked Date

We figured out earlier in the season that the Fox is full of patrons who dress very casually. Therefore, the husband is allowed to wear jeans. I think this made the whole experience go down a lot easier for him. We took this quick pick before heading downtown. I did not know at the time that someone's face was being blinded by the sun. He does suffer a lot for me, no?

The group walking there had parked by us and I asked the hubby in the car, "Do you think in 20 years, I'll allow you to wear that outfit to the theater?" That mas was wearing acid washed jeans, a red baseball hat, and a shirt with a very large print of motorcycles on it. A lot of look, St. Louis. A lot of look.

Half the fun of going to the theater for my husband is getting to see my reaction to everyone's clothing choices. When we turned the corner last night before we parked, it took everything I am to not take a picture of one of the patrons. My husband kind of coughed but I already had taken it in. I said, "Hey, you're about to get a pre-show, Honey!" This "girl" was wearing a very, very, very short printed cotton dress (rose and skull type of graphic print). It was a miracle that we did not get to see her entire butt. With the breeze, and the flimsy flippy dress material. A miracle. From God. The dress was bad all on its own. She also was wearing old school high top sneakers in a completely different rose and skull graphic print. At least she wasn't wearing socks? And either her face was lying but she had to have been my age, at least.

A lot of times, I see skinny pretty people out in the world, and I think, "That's cute, what they're wearing. No one else could pull that off, of course, but it's cute on them" but this was not one of those times. Granted, I cannot pull off much, and my ability to dress well and primp is severely lacking, but come on! Walmarts version of Ed Hardy times TWO? I am embarrassed on behalf of my gender, my city, and my age group.

We were there to see a real show, though. Because it is summer, Wicked started before the sun set. Everything outside and inside the theater is still all lit up, though! Special note: we've been waiting for the diner next door to open for YEARS. We had never seen it open and there had always been a sign on it that said, "Open Soon". It was a running joke. It's been empty and abandoned. No sign of life at all. If we had known it would actually be open before our showing of Wicked, maybe we could have had dinner and a show! Oh well. That's how our luck goes. We were just there last month and saw Young Frankenstein (ridiculously hilarious). That diner was still all tumbleweeds and wind sounds. I cannot believe that place is finally open. 20 bucks says that the next time we're downtown (whether it's tomorrow or a year from now), the place is closed again. This was definitely our four leaf clover moment.

Although I obviously had a camera, there is a no photos rule inside the Fox. I get why you can't take pictures of the actual show, but I don't know why you can't take pictures of the theater. It is stunning. Words cannot really describe it. I managed to refrain from taking any pictures since the ushers seemed to be fighting a losing battle with about 100 other people.

I purposefully did not listen to the soundtrack beforehand, but I did read the book. The show was a lot different than the book, which I think was great. The cast and music were superb, as were the special effects. We thought it was a really good show. Someone did a lot of crying throughout (let's pretend it was the hubby). It's a very emotional story. Standing ovations started before the cast came out for their bows.

There were 4 displays of merchandise before the show. Again, my cheap gene came into play. I could not pay 65 bucks for a hoodie, no matter how cute. And we hadn't seen the show yet. What if Taylor Hicks shows up and makes me hate Wicked? We did splurge on a program. I cannot believe how much we paid for it, but I'm glad we got it. I asked the hubby on the drive home which of our pets was the most wicked and he immediately answered, "Pandora". That may seem unimpressive, but when you have a house of 9 rescued kitties and one old lady of a dog, immediately singling someone out of the group is rare.

I propped up the program and Pandora immediately went to Glenda's side (that would be the good witch). Is it possible Pandora had us all fooled? Is she the good one? What exactly is it that makes us wicked (or not)? Thought provoking. A good date all in all. Now I just have to figure out if, as wife who loves her husband very much, it is better to watch the World Cup with the husband or whether it is kinder to retreat somewhere else and let him enjoy it on his own.