Wicked joy

I had a birthday this past weekend and totally got my way all weekend long would like to first express gratitude for my dad who suffered trauma upside down and all around at the hands of our 6 year old whirling dervish provided overnight babysitting services.

That oughta teach him to offer up such a thing.

What did we do? Where did we go for our Kid-free, weekend overnighter?

My game plan was to stay in downtown Seattle and see Wicked, the Broadway musical about the untold story of the witches of the Wizard of Oz, nominated for 10 Tony Awards. Too bad the show was sold out.

Mid-week, I learned that Seattle’s hotels were also sold out.

But aren’t I like a pit bull with a toddler in its craw? did I let that deter me?

After visiting OCD-land and refreshing my search page every minute on 4 different travel websites and refusing to cook meals for the family and basically going on strike for two days, a room popped up and I snagged it!

Okay, a little trickier than planned, but as Dubya would say, mission accomplished!

And the hotel was a stone’s throw from the theehtah! I could see the marquee from our window. Like, literally, it was a sign.

Now if I only had tickets…. Craigslist listed some from actual people as well as Satan’s minions scalpers, but they were hard to grab.

I even posted on craigslist what tickets I wanted. And guess what? The good news is someone wrote to me right away that they had 2 tickets!

The bad news is their email went into my Junk mail folder and I didn’t find it for 24 hours. Tickets gone. Even when I emailed 15 minutes after another listing went up, tickets gone.

So, we were left with hoping for last minute tickets being sold outside at showtime or trying Lady Luck at the pre-show ticket lottery.

We started with the theater’s lottery, put our names in the hat and waited with about 75 people to see which 10 lucky people would get to buy 2 tickets at $25 each. Great odds, eh?

The drawing began. At first, a couple of people clapped politely for the winners. Later, still waiting for their names, they stopped.

Then, one person turned down her win because her friend had already won. That meant one extra name would get drawn.

With every stranger’s name called, I rode a flood of feelings, like a teenager in love with a vampire, nervousness, sadness, excitement, depression.

Finally, holding the last little piece of paper, the man said “Wendy Wallace!”

I screamed, pumped my fists and jumped in the air! YES!!

No one applauded. They might have even glared a toxic glare.

And I felt real bad for them, see?

We even had a drink in their honor, the ones who wouldn’t get to see a sold out, Saturday night show of Wicked.

But that didn’t help. We were just so bummed for them.

Did I mention it was my birthday?

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