Kat and I got tickets to see Wicked at the Gershwin, and the best seats and the best time was on Wednesday. So, I took the train down, and we had dinner at a very nice Cuban restaurant. Eventually. After the crazy taxi driver took us around the city, it seems.
But the good news is, I had my very first mojito, and old clothes. Ok, fine, "old clothes" is the translation of "ropa viejas" which is this awesome shredded steak thing. Yum.
The musical was fantastic as well - I had no idea they have 'standby's and understudies for a role. Huh. And they changed the play from the book somewhat, but it fit well enough.
I often found myself distracted by the conductor - this is probably because I was in a choir when I was younger. I kept wondering if when he was directing, if he was modifying the orchestra to the singers (probably true in the case of solos) or if the cast could see his direction. I never could figure it out.