I went to see Wicked tonight – not intentionally to avoid football, although that was a benefit – and it was pretty damned amazing. That said, the story line goes: odd, earnest woman who doesn’t fit in grows up, falls in love with a handsome man who seems to be shallow and happy but is actually quite sad and serious, and he in turn is enamored with the pretty, but they do finally get together, but handsome man is magically transformed in order to save his life, and the new couple have to go into exile and leave their beloved city.
It sounds vaguely familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on why it seems so eerily familiar… wait… no. Hrm. It certainly does remind me of something.
(Now someone hand me my broom.)
Still & all, it wasn’t the easiest play in the world to watch at this point in my life: fitting in has never been my strong suit.