Background: Hedwig is my second favorite movie of all time. (After Son In Law). I’ve owned it since high school. I’ve made a million people watch it.
(My last theater experience was J-Dubs’ sister’s play at our old high school in Kennewick like four years ago, so give me some leeway here.)
Hedwig live was one of the coolest things I have ever witnessed, right from the moment we walked into the beautiful old theater, warmed by steak and cocktails.
They were pretty true to the movie, but had enough creative deviations and Seattle-based jokes to make it fresh and lively. Hedwig was mesmerizing, a new face and new moves in an old favorite story.
At times, Briana and I would make eye contact in wordless shared awe.
Are all theater productions this good, and Briana has been hiding them from me?
I’m not sure.
Before the play, we ate at Buenos Aires Grill, an Argentinian steakhouse downtown. It was fancy, and a little budget-blowing, but worth it.
With a night of good food (hello calamari and chimichurri), and my lovely ladyfriends and walking around downtown …
… and then a beautiful skinny, fashionable, floppy-haired boy who so nicely dropped us off and came back and picked us all up so we didn’t have to fuss with parking, and who I fell asleep next to, still recovering from our night out the night before in Ravenna. We had split a pitcher and walked home, down now-familiar streets.
I wish all nights, weekends were this happy.
So many of my favorite people at once. Plus, you know, steak. And chimichurri.
These people, these nights, make my little reporter’s life lighter and brighter.
Homegirl, we go back.
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