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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Something Wicked This Way Comes..for Sunday Scribblings
This past Christmas, I bought my family tickets to Wicked. I also bought my in laws tickets. We planned to fly them from LA to Denver and make a night of it. I was very proud of myself, giving great pats on the back. In law's are hard people to spoil...and I was sure I had nailed this one.
I was wrong. We took a limo to dinner...I think they liked that. We don't usually roll that way. But,as we have no car that 6 people can fit in,it just made sense. Plus it was fun, and my kids have never been in a limo. (I have never had, never will have a mini van..or some such. If you do..I'm not judging. It's just not me.)
I think my mother in law was appalled at my girls behavior in the limo. Typical teenage fashionista stuff.
I think they liked dinner. A good old fashioned steak house in Denver..posh, leather, and old mogul-y.
Things went down hill after that. The curtain went up at eight. I hadn't figured this would be too late for them....and I am sure if they were court side for the Sonics... they would have stayed awake. But, as this was not the Sonic's..they drifted in and out of sleep during the whole first act, really with in the first five minutes.. I tried to ignore this as I watched this marvelous play. But inside I seethed.This is a seriously SOLD OUT show folks. urrrrrrghh.
During intermission, the real problem was revealed. They could not understand why the writers had messed with the story of The Wizard of Oz. The whole plot was freaking them out. Good was good. Bad was Bad. Period. As far as they were concerned,they could of had one short ditty with cute flying monkeys, happy happy Glinda...dead dead wicked witch. The End. Curtain down. Applause.
When I get angry at my husband, for his lack of nuance, (for he didn't really get it either...)I have to remember how he was raised. By really good caring Auntie Em types..and Wizards who are honest and pure of intention. I love my in laws but they are not deeply philosophical people. Just the bullet points please, and for God's sake, stay in the lines!
So going into the final act, I simply forgot they were there.I willed them very far away. I sat with my two daughter, who just like me, were on the edge of there seats, tears in their eyes. I had passed a little of me on to them.
In the unseen battle of the genes, my girls were born with eyes that have a keen perception for subtleties and shades.I breathed a sigh of relief, as I left my husband and his family back in Kansas,and had one Fine Night in the Emerald City with my girls.
We had a truly Wicked time.
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