No one mourns the Wicked.

But I do mourn the wicked. I mourn that Wicked is over, for me, for now anyway.

Without giving away any major spoilers, I will say that I have heard about Wicked for awhile. Kandis is obsessed with the play, Faith has seen it and I think read the book, and millions of people have become obsessed with Wicked. People have the songs memorized and it has an almost cult like status.

I didn’t see why.

Now I see why.

I have never heard anything bad about the play, nor the book, though like anything in life, there’s always a critic. Or forty. You know what I mean right? My expectations for the play weren’t sky high nor super low, all I wanted was to feel like my first ever Broadway play (yes, on BROADWAY in NYC!) was worth the $134 it cost me. Easy peasy. We arrive at the Gershwin, and the theater kinda underwhelmed me. But again, you don’t go to these things for the theater, you go for the show. Got it.

I will go off on a slight tangent about how beautiful the Majestic Theater in San Antonio is. Gorg.

Anyway.

We went to our seats, and I was also really surprised at how close, yet far we were. For Wicked, I don’t think I’d want to be super close up because I think I’d miss something, so I was happy we were far, yet cozy. I just completely contradicted myself, I think, so just go with it. Nod your head. We’re cool? Point being- good seats.

Not so good- the temperature. It was hot. I am from Texas, and I know hot. I live in hot everyday. It was HOT. The NJ & Delaware peeps were just peachy, and I was like a sweaty, hot mess. Hot as in temp, not hot looking because I was shiny, and by golly I really hate being shiny. Hate. Eventually I stopped sweating. Note to all of you- do not drink copious amounts of alcohol the night before seeing a Broadway play. Yeah. Not classy.

I am looking around feeling like a total kid and then it starts. I see Galinda (Glinda…? She changes her name so I can’t keep it all straight) and then I hear…

Singing. Lots and lots of singing. They were singing their sentences. I felt slight panic because I will say it- I do not like musicals. Somewhere along the way, I failed to read/acknowledge/realize that Wicked is a um, musical. Where they sing.

A lot. Loudly.

Luckily, Wicked has joined Grease in being a musical I actually enjoy, if not love. The set was amazing, the costumes were detailed and perfect, the singing was so spot on that I was convinced it must be a CD. Yes, a CD. As in, they were lip-syncing. Look, I’ve been to too many Britney Spears shows to think that people actually sing live- I wasn’t born yesterday.

But alas, they sing. And BOY can they sing. The song Defying Gravity gave me chills and Popular was stuck in my head for days. Days. Worse than the damn Party in the USA song by Miley Cyrus.

Here are some pictures I took (yes, illegally…don’t judge me) before and after the show.

Amazing! It was worth the $134 for the 3 hour show. There was an intermission, and I basically managed to get drunk during the intermission. Yes, drunk at a Broadway show. I put the ass in classy, folks.

Brittany and I were on a vacation, and during vacation (or any day ending in “y”) we like to be total lushes. We went to the bar and they had no foo-foo drinks. None. Crap. We waited in line, we need wanted alcohol, so I ordered Jack & Coke. My love affair with Jack is pretty new, and we’re still in that hot and heavy stage that you go through when you start dating someone new- all lusty and needy. Then the bartender tells me the price.

Bartender: “Nine.”

Me: “Five…?”

Bartender: “Nine.”

Me: <crap> *forks over $10 bill*

Bartender: Awkward silent moment.

Me: “Can I have my $1?”

Bartender: *throws me my $1 bill*

That was an expensive drink. You wanna know what else? It was served in a dixie cup (size wise). DIXIE CUP. Brittany got the same thing, and she hated her drink, so me being the good friend drank it for her. What are friends for?

And boy were they strong drinks. I basically had a giggle fest during the 2nd half of the play when something happens with Dorothy. Everyone in the theater laughed, but I laughed longer than everyone else. By a lot. Really.

Overall, Wicked was wickedly entertaining, and I think everyone should see it if they have the chance to do so. I don’t want to give away much, but it is basically the story of the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz before the Wizard of Oz. Right? I think. I could be wrong.

I always babble on way too much, so the next NYC post will be about Times Square and THE Empire State Building.

Have you ever seen Wicked? What are your thoughts on the musical?