Wicked Awesome

Arguably not the best picture of me. I admit that. What is my face doing -- really? For Christmas, Marcus -- the dear, sweet, hunk of a man that he is -- got me/us tickets to see Wicked in San Francisco. It was soooo great! Haven't seen it? Well, you should. Make plans and do it. It's well worth it.

Funny part is this...we thought it would be sooo easy to find parking. I mean, there's got to be a ton of parking by a theater downtown right? Well, it was raining, and dark, and we couldn't find anything other than this small parking lot in a sketchy part of town. Turns out, it was. As we were running from the small parking lot to the theater (because we were pushing it for time), we passed what we think was a drug deal, and a few other ....mmm... scary people. We did have time to take this picture before getting into the theater. Mind you, it was raining so my hair isn't as beautiful as it most certainly was before we got out of the car...and I think I was telling the guy to keep holding the button down. Oh well.

Towards the end of the show, I was getting worried about going back to the car. I considered asking a policeman to escort us. I know. Silly. But it was that creepy down the street where we parked I assure you. I was also almost positive that I'd get mugged and I was planning what I'd do. I know I know. Perhaps I was over-reacting, but you have to have a plan. Even in Primary they tell you to make decisions ahead of time so you'll know what to do when put in certain situations. I was just doing that. So, we're fine going back to the car until we turn off Market Street and head towards gloom and doom. We decide to step it up a little and start running, the best I can anyway in heels. I'm sure people were thinking "these rich snobs" but ya know what? I didn't care. I was never going to see them again, and I was honestly kind of scared. I really don't want to seem judgmental here, but maybe I am. Ya know what? I was. I was judging left and right. Everyone around us was heavily intoxicated, it was dark, and it felt very very uncomfortable. And it didn't help that I was wearing a leather jacket, leather boots, a nice outfit...we were clearly not from there and stood out. Anyway, we got to the car and left. After we got on the road, we laughed and Marcus said "We'll never ever forget this night."

Later on we found out that we had parked in San Francisco's Tenderloin...really a not-so-good part of town where there's higher crime and things of the like. And, really, I believe that had it not been for the rain and our visibility...and had we prepared better...we would have found the parking lot that we saw many other theater-goers going to after the show. Oh well. Lesson learned. Find out more about parking before going to the city. It really was a great night!