My dad and sister were worried that my mom and I would lose out if we went to see the new cast of Wicked, as opposed to the original Chicago cast. Turns out, they needn't have worried. Ana Gasteyer can f-ing sing.
Really, the musical is fantastic. I know musicals aren't everyone's cup of tea, and I respect that. (In fact, the reason S didn't go, and my mom did is because he loathes the musical in any form, and well, I love them, as does my mom.) But if you like the musical at all, Wicked is really very good. I enjoyed it far more than I enjoyed Sweet Charity. And again, I cannot stress how well Gasteyer sings. She can belt it out. (I admit to being worried that she wouldn't have the pipes. She was on SNL, for god's sake.) Really, I was impressed, to say the least.
Also, I couldn't help thinking at the end that the whole play was about friendship between women. One of the last major songs was about how the friendship between Glinda and Elphaba changed their lives for good. I appreciated that the story is only a love story between a man and a woman peripherally, and that the true nature of the story is that of a love story between Glinda and Elphaba. I'm not sure if that's rare in the musical form, since I haven't seen too many modern ones (though the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that most musicals are really conventional love stories), but it was appreciated. Let's put it this way: Wicked definitely passes the Bechdel movie test.
My mom and I went to dinner as well, at Nick's Fishmarket, and my mom bought me a primo expensive piece of fish. I'd never had Dover Sole before, but I think it's ruined me forever for other fishes. Holy good god, the fish was amazing. So good I didn't need the sauce that came with it. It was a good-for-me meal out (minus the butter I ate on the bread, and the vinagarette on the salad--which was one of the best salads I've ever had. Roma tomatoes, goat cheese, and arugula in a caper vinagarette. I could not have dreamed up a better salad.) that was oh-so-delicious. I owe my mom big-time because she splurged on us big-time. So thanks, mom. When can we go back????
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