Guys.
GUYS.
Picture it. Last Thursday, I'm at the gym. I'm running on the treadmill. Suddenly a text pops up on my phone from my friend Ashlyn: "Whatcha doing tonight?" followed almost immediately by a screen shot.
In fact, this screenshot.
Cue my yelling nonsense words at Jess, who was on the treadmill next to me and desperately trying to stop my own machine, less I trip and end up in the ER, thus throwing away my shot. When I finally gathered my wits, I tested her back, super cool and casual, that YES OH MY GOD I WOULD LOVE TO GO THANK YOU!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍
It's so fitting that she happened to win the Hamilton lottery. When we had gone for drinks just a week earlier, we had spoken about how desperately we wanted to see Hamilton. She even mentioned this article at Timeout about the odds of winning. We had each sighed, resigned that if we ever got the chance, it was probably years off. LITTLE DID WE KNOW.
Cut to six hours later. We got $5 frozen drinks and some delicious nachos at the Celtic Playwright Pub and then headed to the theater. Again, I was extremely collected and neither of us were freaking out, at all.
It felt so unreal. Both of us kept going back and rechecking the email, just to be sure. And we thought for sure that at the door they were going to take one look at us and say it was a mistake, that we didn't actually get to go in and watch.
But we did!
The best part of all of this of course, was getting to text pretty much everyone I knew and tell them.
And can I just say..... It was worth it. The main cast was great, but my favorite part by far was the ensemble. They were so in sync, it was like they were hsaring one mind, I just... holy cow. Amazing. And to top it off we were in the second row, so there were times when the actors were right in front of us, staring into our souls (I'm looking at you "Yo who the eff is this?" track player). It was an amazing night of theatre. I was one of the rare souls who hadn't seen a bootleg of the OBC, so there were so many moments that I got to experience for the first time as they unfolded on stage, and I am so thankful for that. I laughed, I cried, I left wanting to do more, to be better. Because after all, there's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait.
GUYS.
Picture it. Last Thursday, I'm at the gym. I'm running on the treadmill. Suddenly a text pops up on my phone from my friend Ashlyn: "Whatcha doing tonight?" followed almost immediately by a screen shot.
In fact, this screenshot.
Cue my yelling nonsense words at Jess, who was on the treadmill next to me and desperately trying to stop my own machine, less I trip and end up in the ER, thus throwing away my shot. When I finally gathered my wits, I tested her back, super cool and casual, that YES OH MY GOD I WOULD LOVE TO GO THANK YOU!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍
It's so fitting that she happened to win the Hamilton lottery. When we had gone for drinks just a week earlier, we had spoken about how desperately we wanted to see Hamilton. She even mentioned this article at Timeout about the odds of winning. We had each sighed, resigned that if we ever got the chance, it was probably years off. LITTLE DID WE KNOW.
Cut to six hours later. We got $5 frozen drinks and some delicious nachos at the Celtic Playwright Pub and then headed to the theater. Again, I was extremely collected and neither of us were freaking out, at all.
It felt so unreal. Both of us kept going back and rechecking the email, just to be sure. And we thought for sure that at the door they were going to take one look at us and say it was a mistake, that we didn't actually get to go in and watch.
But we did!
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