Wicked

Last night my daughter Angel texted, "You and Sue HAVE to go see Wicked." She hasn't ever made such a command before, and we had nothing else pressing, so boom! We did.

The escapism, the fantasy, the fabulous sets and costumes, the singing, the special effects, the unreality of every moment: a taste of popular culture, something we seldom experience. We can see why people like it. Usually we only go to Serious Drama with Meaningful Themes. Or documentaries. But this was a complete departure. A lark. And a little bit of meaning. 

Angel is right: Cynthia Erivo is a phenomenon! She's a marvel. We're glad we did this.

The light, as we waited for he bus afterward, was glorious.