Waaaaay back in February – seven months ago – Bryan bought us tickets to see Wicked at the Paramount Theater in Seattle. It was the farthest in advance he’d ever planned an event – including our wedding, which happened just five months after we met.
I think this was the best Wednesday Iâ€™ve had in a looooong time.
The musical was spectacular. I was so caught up in the electrifying drama that I welled up with tears. I love theater. Thereâ€™s something soâ€¦ dramaticâ€¦ about it. Itâ€™s energetic and active, not passive like most movies are. When a song ends, the crowd cheers. When lines are funny, we laugh. Audience and actor dance together, intertwining performance and praise.
Beforehand we had dinner at Lottieâ€™s Lounge in Columbia City, where I first fell in love with the Jitterbug Martini last Friday night. I waited patiently all through the appetizers, the salad, and the dinner so I could slowly enjoy the smooth, lathery, richness for dessert.
We spent the evening talking about vision â€“ what weâ€™re doing now, what we THOUGHT weâ€™d be doing now, and how do we know when to make changes. As we held hands on the way back to our car I mentioned how I liked these long dinner dates where we talk and drink and eat and talk and drink and eat. Somehow in the everydayness of our own home we fail to have these intimate conversations, even in the quiet after the kids go to bed.
As we continue to fall in love all over again every day, I think we will be seeing fewer and fewer movies. Rather, I think we will be answering the call of the jitterbug.