Some Wicked views on musicals

Liam is ready for St. Paddy's Day-green eyes also

I do not like musicals. That would be plays as well as musical movies, musical TV shows. I avoid all like the plague unless they are about the plague as was Spamalot. How can one not love a play with lines like:
dead Collector-Bring out your dead
not dead body -I'm not dead
dead collector -Well, he will be very soon, he's very ill
not dead -I'm getting better
dead collector -you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
not dead -I don't want to go on the cart. I feel fine
dead collector whacks the body with a club.
Silence.

MY type of musical. Wicked.

So I guess you can see I will not be running to see "South Pacific." I think it all started with the musical, "The Music Man." A group of folks marching down the street singing "76 Trombones." Why? Why would they all do that? Why would they think it is fun?

Then "Oklahoma." Any time some one says Oh, I feel they will continue and extend the sound into
OOOOOOOk lahoma.

4th of July is my least favorite holiday. An all day musical. Street fairs -same thing. Ugh-always someone on a rickety stage performing.

So when a newbie asked me to see the play I was afraid.
First, what is a newbie?
A newbie in my world is a person hired in Social Security in my unit or surrounding units within this century. I love the newbies. I rarely can say "No" to a newbie. So I said "yes."

I must confess though, the story of the Wizard of Oz is a favorite of mine. There is some really wicked stuff in that story. And this play Wicked took part of that and twisted it up.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked_%28musical%29

I bought the CD and while listening studied the story online-. It's complicated. But there are several positives- the Wicked witch is green. woo hoo. My favorite color.
I love witches, I am always a witch on Halloween-my Celtic background.
I am nuts for the Emerald City, all that green, so festive, so shimmering.
So I am going.

March 7, the day of Wicked, is an unexpectedly warm March day. I will be joining several newbies and a newbie Mom.

I take the LIRR to Penn and start my walk. This time the trickster street Broadway is my friend, leading me to my 3 destinations.
A- Starbux ( I am early)
B- the play at the Gershwin theater
C-Ellen's Stardust Diner. You will see my route in green (in honor of Wicked) and A, B and C representing my stops. with my head popping up on Broadway.

In Starbux, the line is huge. Everyone using S/B as a staging area pre-play. When we place our order, the server asks our name. For some reason I stutter and he repeats "name please"
I know the answer, I yell "Carol." I join the large group waiting at the drink dispatch area. Drinks are called, tall skinny vanilla, venti iced coffee, grande soy latte and so on. The group becomes smaller and I remain. Finally, no one else. "Kara" the barrister calls out. I look around, no one moves in. Again "Kara, grande non-fat latte" That's me, I proclaim. In a moment, I become Kara. Did I steal the real Kara's drink? No one comes forward to fight me for it. I feel wicked.
Then the lines from the CD play in my head

Are people born Wicked?
Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father.
She had a mother, as many do......

Yes, It is thrust upon a person! As simple as a stolen latte. As simple becoming Kara. Wickedness is thrust upon us! Poor Wicked Witch. I understand. I feel drawn to the theater. Must be with other wickeds. I am costumed in Wicked witch green and black, and now by the theft of a latte I am wicked on the inside- my wickedness is complete. I am ready for the play.
I walk up the street to meet the newbies while humming the refrain from Wicked:

"Dancing Through Life
Swaying and Sweeping
And always keeping cool
Life is Fraught less
When you are thoughtless............"

Kara (formerly Carol) loves Wicked, loves our dinner at the Stardust Diner loves Broadway. Kara is so "deeply shallow" (one of my favorite phrases from Wicked)

FlashForward.
It is 4 days later, I still love the musical Wicked. In Wicked, The Green witch, Elphaba, faked her death. Death by melting,followed by a green poof of smoke.

Only melting here at home is the snow. No need to fake melting, I am now proudly wicked.

Speaking of melting, Liam explores the new partially grassy yard Unlike me, he has not seen any green in over a month. But the wearing of the green is coming up and we wish you
good health, good times, good friends

be green and on St, Paddy's Day!
woof, woof