While traveling for work in New York City last week, I decided on a whim to see a Broadway show.
It has always been on my life bucket list to see a Broadway show, and what better time to go? I was in Manhattan for business, staying within walking distance of Broadway, and with money in my pocket to burn.
Once I had decided, it was just a matter of selecting which show to see. Both Lion King and Wicked have been on my must-see list for ages so it was more or less between those two. After a little research (ok...a lot of research, because I have really poor decision making abilities), I took the plunge and paid $135 for a seat 10 rows back from center stage to see Wicked.
I cannot tell you the last time I was this excited for something. Yes, it was slightly depressing to go to the theatre alone, but honestly, once the lights go down, who cares?
I walked to the theatre from my hotel (only about a 15 minute walk), taking in the sights along the way...like Rockefeller Center...
I arrived at the theatre early (not surprising, I'm early everywhere as my IRL friends will tell you). By the way, I spell and pronounce theatre in the prententious asshole way. You should too. Makes it more legit that way.
View of the wall along the stairs showing the map of Oz:
Unfortunately, while I was picking up my ticket at will-call, I noticed that tickets were still available and for considerably less money than what I paid. I was a little bummed, but knowing that I probably wouldn't have gotten the seat I had if I had waited another day made me feel a little better.
After I picked up my ticket, I went upstairs to grab a snack (family size peanut M&Ms, just for me!) and dawdled around the gift stands. I debated getting a little something for myself, like a keychain as a memento, but decided better of it. After all, I hadn't yet even seen the musical so what if I hated it?
Once I entered the theatre, however, I knew that it was going to be love at first sight. The set, even with the curtain still drawn, was amazing. This picture does not even do it justice.
I was one of the first people into the theatre since I got there so early. Once I got to my seat, I sat there smugly proud of myself for scoring an amazing seat. That is, until an extremely tall man sat directly in front of me. Most likely I was the only non-child who was child-sized, and he was the only guy tall enough to be basketball player in the entire theatre. And he sat right in front of ME. No matter. I was not going to let that spoil my fun. I leaned to the right the majority of the show and was able to see perfectly. I apologized profusely to the man to my right for invading his space, but luckily he did not seem to mind. And if he did mind, maybe he could see the look of "say anything and I will cut you" on my face and decided to remain silent. Nothing comes between me and cheesy musical songs.
So about the actual show.
Friends, there really are no words to describe the reaction I had. I have never enjoyed three hours of my life so much. I laughed, I cried (yes, literally), and my heart broke and soared a dozen times. The production was nothing short of perfection. Even though it was not the original cast, the cast I saw was just as phenomenal. I was so moved even by the first act, that I ran right out and purchased a coffee mug to commemorate my first Broadway experience.
Had things not been so expensive, thus jarring me out of my musical haze, I would've also purchased the keychain for $12 and/or one of the t-shirts that cost $40. Thankfully I came to my senses whilst seriously considering the commemorative Shiz Yearbook (who doesn't need one of these!?!?). I did however, invest in the soundtrack. I say invest because in the six days since I have been to the show, I have listened to the soundtrack no less than 50 times. That is not an exaggeration.
So in short, if you ever have the opportunity to see Wicked...run, don't walk, to the ticket booth. No matter the price or location of your seat, it is worth every penny.