My daughter and I went to see the musical "WICKED" last night. We wanted this, we needed this, we DESERVED this. The tickets I purchased said row "C". Hey! 3rd row! Not bad! Row C was actually the front row and we could reach out and touch the orchestra. We loved every funny, dark, beautiful, revealing minute.
But to truly appreciate how much we enjoyed this evening you must understand what happened to us eleven years ago when "West Side Story" came to Wichita. My daughter and I loved this show. We talked about it for weeks. The night of the show I was on crutches, Sharon was 7 months pregnant and the sitter for Levi(1 1/2 years) cancelled at the last minute. We looked like some kind of weird war memorial. Crippled grandma, fussy child and pregnant woman. All we needed was gun smoke behind us for the picture to be complete. The hall monitor looked at us pitifully, like we must have traded our food stamps for these tickets and the law would soon drag our sorry butts out of the lobby. Levi had slept all the way to the show. As we sat in our seat Levi thought it was time to talk and play! We were ask to take him out side. We took turns standing with him in the hallway. Neither of us saw much of the show. So "WICKED" for us was wonderful!
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