My sister-in-law and her husband are traveling the United States by car. They started month ago from their home in Washington State. We didn’t know exactly when they’d be here in New York until a few days before. Sure enough, they arrived for dinner last Monday and after dinner we were asking them what they’d like to do together.
What about going to NYC and taking in the Broadway show Wicked?
After making a few phone calls, we had 4 tickets to Wicked for the next night.
It takes 4 hours to get to NYC, so we got up the next morning and headed out the door after a quick breakfast. We drove to Beacon and caught the Metro North to Grand Central Station and had plenty of time to go to the top of the Empire State building, eat lunch at W Café (highly recommend), and meet more relatives in Times Square.
Yes, we had a niece and her husband who happened to be in NYC for a conference. They flew in from Spokane, Washington, for a couple of days and met us at Times Square.
We all visited the Times Square Church and were invited inside by friendly people.
The Church is near Gershwin Theater, where Wicked is performing, so we went in before the 7 p.m. show.
Our seats were excellent. The acting superb. The lyrics and singing incredible. I wore earplugs and heard everything.
I understand why Wicked is famed for being the best musical of the decade. It’s based on the novel by Gregory Maguire and has music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz and a book by Winnie Holzman.
Life, joy, folly, sadness, forgiveness, integrity, humility, and love kept my attention.
The lyrical wordsmithing BRILLIANT.
Of course, the scene, costumes, and setting are necessary to get the full impact but read this:
(Galinda, spoken) Dearest, darlingest mumsie and popsicle…
(Elphaba, spoken) My dear father…
(Both) There’s been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz.
(Elphaba) But of course I’ll care for Nessa.
(Galinda) But of course, I’ll rise above it.
(Both) For I know that’s how you’d want me to respond, Yes. There’s been some confusion, for you see my roommate is…
(Galinda) Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…
How can one word say so much? Nothing against blondes, because hair color has no power to determine our lives, just as the color of our skin has no ultimate say to life when we let love rule.
The trip, the timing, the show, reminded me yet again of our ability to express intelligence, creativity, and power in ways that put a cork on human planning. I could never have planned the day better.