Truly Wicked

Could I have possibly pulled a Ray? Despite the four hours of sleep last night, with the immediate waking to a straight six hours of writing the last five pages of my last minute paper that I had oh say, three weeks to prepare for, I must say a grande-caramel afgado-no whip-java chip frappucino blended coffee, although made wrong and given to me with the call off of "grande afgado watever" with a side of attitude is sitting pretty well. *Breathe. I hate the Starbucks at Bathurst and Wilson, I digress.

I guess the five straight days of sunshine and last nights unbelievably awesome performance @ the Canon Theater has not yet worn off, or it could quite possibly be the caffeine talking. Nonetheless, I am free. From school. For the next two weeks. But...not really free from doing the rest of the things that are lined up to be done. Dang. For now I'll naively bask in the illusion that for the next little while I can relatively roam around town with little stress. *knock on wood.



So YEAH...WICKED WAS AWESOME!!! I mean I guess I could be biased since I'm in love with extravagant theater productions and can get pretty giddy when set designs and costume designs are ridiculously gorgeous. That and the fact that the last time I went to the theater was in grade 10 to see Rent. Nonetheless, the storyline was wonderfully refreshing. Not only did they fill in the gaps that the original Wizard of Oz had left unanswered, but it also brought up numerous social issues that are amongst our world today.

Of all the good and wonderful things of Wicked, what I enjoyed most was the revitalizing feeling of being able to see genuine talent and actual singing. To say the least, I’m sure most of us have been mentally drained from hearing shit; which would be an understatement, from the likes of Ashlee Simpson, Lindsay Lohan & Co. Sadly it was rather disappointing to over hear one of the tweens talk about how they can see Wicked as a Disney production. *Siiighhh. Too bad the shows decided to head down to Chicago rather then stay here in Toronto. It would be wonderful to see it again.

What can I say? I left the theater beaming. So what if my feet were in pain from the damn stilettos, bottom line it was good, sooo damn good. Thanks baby for a wonderful evening, and it was totally worth me procrastating and getting all excited for. More so thanks for being so patient with me when I was completely whining, bitching, and ultimately stressing about my essay. C is for connotation, D is for denotation...stupid big words.

XOXO Baby :)