Yes I finally got to see the musical Wicked.

But before I get into it the day preceeding it was nothing special, in fact dismal. My brother got me to go to him with to the first day of the Gay Pride celebration in San Francisco. (Don't ask please I still don't a feasible answer to why). We had a few drinks and the main parade wasn't even going on. So I am bored and building a drunken headache. By the time I got home I didn't want to leave my bed let alone go back to SF to see Wicked. I wasn't as exited about seeing it as when I first heard about it years ago. But we get there and as soon as the lights dimmed I was in heaven.

It was by far the single greatest experience I can imagine as of yet. I had already known a little of the main story from the original Wizard of Oz and from listening to the soundtrack but neither shed enough light on the true story behind it all.

The Visuals were outstanding. Unlike anything I've ever seen in a stage play. (Granted I haven't seen that many). The music was even more amazing with a live performance. I seriously was with chills the whole way through. And when it got to the touching moments I was on the verge of tears. No joke. It was that amazing.

Now I feel like postponing all of my other work for a short time to make my own piece dedicated to Wicked. It was the best time I think I've ever had at any event of any kind.