Nothing like a hugely successful Broadway play, that sells out for three weeks in Nashville, which I didn’t really care for, to make me seem soooo out of it.

Wicked wasn’t.

I didn’t know much about the play before we saw it Saturday, except that it is the prequel to the Wizard of Oz. I heard on one of the Nashville Tee Vee stations that the performances had sold out for three solid weeks. (Even the Saturday afternoon performances, right in the heart of college football season.)

I was shocked. We’ve been season ticket holders for three years, and on Saturday afternoons, the section (Loge R if you must know) is always pretty sparse of patrons.

Walking in Saturday to a packed house was amazing. I was prepared to be blown away by Wicked.

I was.

Once.

At the close of the first act. About a five minute scene with fantastic lighting, outstanding special effects and powerful singing.

BTW: the actor who played Elphaba, one of the leads, for the touring show of Wicked was the same as for the Broadway play. She sure was no slouch in the singing and acting department.

Here’s the deal: it was too much opera for me.

Now, everything I learned from about opera, comes from watching Amadeus a couple dozen times.

Wicked reminded me of Don Giovanni (the guy in the Darth Vader outfit breaks down the brick wall and eventually the flying monkeys take over.)

There were some nice laugh lines throughout Wicked to break the heaviness. But those scenes reminded me of Legally Blonde. (Perky little blonde, in this case Glinda,  tosses off cute little laugh lines.)

Wicked is a combination of Legally Blonde and Don Giovanni.

Give credit to the playwright, Winnie Holzman. She did an excellent job of devising a script to explain how the wicked witch became wicked, why there was a Tin Man and flying monkeys, and more.  She even does a fun job with Glinda’s name change.

The Nashville critic said

A strong book by Winnie Holzman, beautiful music and lyrics by the great Stephen Schwartz and assured direction by Joe Mantello are mixed with such ingredients as Eugene Lee’s terrific sets, Chic Silber’s astounding special effects and Susan Hilferty’s brilliant costumes. Stir in some top-notch actors, and it’s an intoxicating brew…

I’m sure Evans is righter than me. I used to know Evans Donnell and Evans never lied to me before.

He bs’d me a  lot, but never lied.

This was the one where I ate and gambled my way around Albuquerque while she switched from bed to bathroom to barf.

Remember: we arrived in Albuquerque that morning before noon and it’s now 8:30 ish p.m. and we’re finally headed to the hotel.

I literally fell into bed and immediately went into a deep sleep, which didn’t last long.  I got hot, got cold, flipped and flopped, felt like if I didn’t keep moving, I would eventually be paralyzed from the aches.  Early in the morning, the first wave of barfing began.  I hurt so badly, it was all I could do to get out of bed.  Sat on the toilet with a wastebasket in my lap (sort of like hugging the porcelain throne).

In the on-deck circle is an awesome place she heaved.

Nancy is recovering from lifting and suppressing various parts of her internalness. She can’t lift more than a six pack, and isn’t supposed to bend over and tie my shoes.

Oh, the suffering at La Hacienda de la Deductible.

I can’t remember the last time she wrote two blog posts in a week.

Can you say Bor-ed?

Here’s the next installment of Barfing My Way Across The USA – Chapter 2 – Disney World.

We had rented a van to haul everyone – on the way there, I started to get this mysterious illness again!  Zonked out in the front seat – aware of all the conversations, but unable to contribute because it was way too much effort to move my mouth. (Those that know me, will be shocked about this, I’m sure!)

Much more at her blog, and many more chapters too.

Nancy has this peculiar trait. More than one actually, but this is the most peculiar.

When we fly anyplace she barfs on the first full day of the trip. Not on the travel day, the day after!

This started a long time ago…

Many years ago when the oldest daughter moved to FL, I began a medical mystery that to this day haunts me.

For some reason, when I fly (anywhere), within 48 hours I get very ill and vomit, turn extremely pale, feel like crap, but eventually return to “normalcy”.

The first time this mysterious illness happened was the first time hubby and I flew to Ft. Myers to see the new digs she and hubby moved in to and to see their work place, etc.

As Paul Barfy (you called him that too, right?) used to say “now, the rest of the story…”

There are many, many chapters to this saga. I will do my best to alert you to the New Orleans, Disney World, Tuscon, Albuquerque, etc. etc. posts.

Thanks to What the Hell Are Young People Thinking?