...at Pantages Theater...
So I am taking a nap about 2 Mondays ago, and I get a text message from Jono. This makes me very happy because when Jono is at work I consider myself very lucky if I get a text message, let alone just a response to a text. It went a little something like this:
Jono: Wicked thursday night?
Me: Wwwhat??
Jono: Yes or No?
Me: H yes!
The following Thursday Jono and I got all dressed up and went to dinner at Pick Up Stix and then drove up to LA. We gave ourselves about 2 hours to get there for the 8 o'clock show, and we used up every minute. We were still on the freeway at 7:40 and traffic was not looking good, and Jono and I both had to use the restroom from drinking so much at dinner--smart, I know. We FINALLY got to exit 8b and were pulling up to the parking lot (now it's about 7:52) and we were worried about parking. Jono told me to get out and find our seats so if we didn't find a parking spot at least I would get to see the first half (what a nice guy!). So I hopped out and went inside and saw the bathroom line wasn't TOO long, so I hopped in and called Jono on the phone. After I got out I met Jono coming out of the Men's restroom and we hurried to our seats. We had good seats and the play was even better than the first time we saw it. Both Jono and I had to contain ourselves from singing along with all the songs, since we had so much practice as we sang along with the soundtrack to and from all our Idaho trips this past summer.
The night turned out to be successful after one dinner, getting away from 3 possible car accidents, two tired people, and one wonderful play.
"It's just, for the first time I feel....
WICKED."