I thought I was going to attend a musical comedy, not an angst ridden production.
It received rave reviews! Really?
Sold out? How come?
Sitting in the darkened theatre, mind wandering, ruminating this was supposed to be a self-care Sunday afternoon – a Broadway musical matinée enjoyed with a friend.
My thoughts continued to ramble . . . lunch was amazing – I’m really glad we found that café, I wonder what’s going to happen next in the book I just started reading this morning . . . next thing I know I start to nod off.
The musical fades into white noise until a particularly vibrant duet shakes my stupor. Unfortunately the duet was the only highlight of the first act.
At intermission my friend asks what I think of the production. I say the duet was the highlight for me but the rest of it rest was merely meh. She concurs and admits she had a hard time remaining awake. I perk up and admit, Me too!
She asks if I’d like to leave. With profound relief I answer, yes.
While leaving the theatre I muse, this is self-care.