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chicago! chicago!
Jun. 4th, 2006 08:44 pmwent to chicago on the drama trip. saw wicked and spamalot.
i saw wicked on broadway in december and thought it was excellent; however, i've never quite caught on to the 'omg! wicked!' obsession vibe that a lot of people have. i have the soundtrack, and yes, i have it memorized, but i've always thought it good but not amazing. especially nowhere near les mis quality.
so i saw it in dec., and this wasn't nearly as good, though it was still moving. personally, i liked spamalot more...it was hilarious! and the multiple les mis/phantom/lion king/west side story/etc. gags cracked me up...but the les mis ones were the funniest to me...anyway, though, they were both excellent and highly enjoyable.
also, i was happy. i mean, i pretend to be happy A LOT, and sometimes i'm happy, but no, last night, when we were wandering about navy pier, i was really, really happy. i haven't felt that at peace with God and the world and myself for a long time. there was nothing bothering me (not even the fact that i had no money for luncht he next day or the fact that anneleise is still cracked) and i was having a good time and dammit, i was happy! it was an odd feeling, but good.
still feeling a little bit of that euphoria today, but being at home kinda takes it out of me. chicago's a great city. it's so much fun.
and all the drama people are great fun, and other than El the Bitch, who was the roommate from Hell who blasted the tv and then put gum in my shoe (yeah, what the eff? how puerile!), i got along with everyone. it was fun to talk with some of the people i don't get to talk with much.
no improvement on fics. i guess i was too busy a) having fun, b) shopping, c) sleeping, or d) being exhausted to have any inspiration. ah, well, not feeling to bad about that, either.
so. that was chicago. a good time.
was on my cell phone and hanging out the window 'cause my house has no service and talking kinda loudly and nicholas and emily, my young (first and second grade, i want to say, but i'm not sure) next door neighbors, were outside on the trampoline, and i talked with them. meredith (next door neighbor mom) adopted them from russia when they were like 18 months and 3, and they have fetal alcohol syndrome, i think, but they are two of the sweetest, cutest kids ever. anyway, we had a conversation. i love them...too cute! :)
anywho...sleepy and schtuff and nothing else to say. nicholas and emily make me happy...i love them ;).
nighty night...
quote of the post: "my grandpa died while dancing the polka. he had a heart attack."
"...and that's what happens when you take ecstasy."--me and rachel on the drama trip. oh, it was funny. and so, so random on rachel's part (we were actually talking about the polka, so my comment made sense).
nebulia out.
i saw wicked on broadway in december and thought it was excellent; however, i've never quite caught on to the 'omg! wicked!' obsession vibe that a lot of people have. i have the soundtrack, and yes, i have it memorized, but i've always thought it good but not amazing. especially nowhere near les mis quality.
so i saw it in dec., and this wasn't nearly as good, though it was still moving. personally, i liked spamalot more...it was hilarious! and the multiple les mis/phantom/lion king/west side story/etc. gags cracked me up...but the les mis ones were the funniest to me...anyway, though, they were both excellent and highly enjoyable.
also, i was happy. i mean, i pretend to be happy A LOT, and sometimes i'm happy, but no, last night, when we were wandering about navy pier, i was really, really happy. i haven't felt that at peace with God and the world and myself for a long time. there was nothing bothering me (not even the fact that i had no money for luncht he next day or the fact that anneleise is still cracked) and i was having a good time and dammit, i was happy! it was an odd feeling, but good.
still feeling a little bit of that euphoria today, but being at home kinda takes it out of me. chicago's a great city. it's so much fun.
and all the drama people are great fun, and other than El the Bitch, who was the roommate from Hell who blasted the tv and then put gum in my shoe (yeah, what the eff? how puerile!), i got along with everyone. it was fun to talk with some of the people i don't get to talk with much.
no improvement on fics. i guess i was too busy a) having fun, b) shopping, c) sleeping, or d) being exhausted to have any inspiration. ah, well, not feeling to bad about that, either.
so. that was chicago. a good time.
was on my cell phone and hanging out the window 'cause my house has no service and talking kinda loudly and nicholas and emily, my young (first and second grade, i want to say, but i'm not sure) next door neighbors, were outside on the trampoline, and i talked with them. meredith (next door neighbor mom) adopted them from russia when they were like 18 months and 3, and they have fetal alcohol syndrome, i think, but they are two of the sweetest, cutest kids ever. anyway, we had a conversation. i love them...too cute! :)
anywho...sleepy and schtuff and nothing else to say. nicholas and emily make me happy...i love them ;).
nighty night...
quote of the post: "my grandpa died while dancing the polka. he had a heart attack."
"...and that's what happens when you take ecstasy."--me and rachel on the drama trip. oh, it was funny. and so, so random on rachel's part (we were actually talking about the polka, so my comment made sense).
nebulia out.
