I guess the thing that appealed to my imagination is that it was that while it was on the upswing and there were cool things there, it still had a lot of gaps in it. Does that make sense?
Makes perfect sense. And it's nice to read other people's take on the area and have it match with what I am not exactly expecting because part of the whole up and move somewhere totally fresh is that you don't know what to expect but what I am hoping for and optomistic about.
Whoa. Now *that* was a sentence in need of structure. And grammer. And some punctuation. Welcome to my brain, please fluff the occipital lobe on your way out.
Those stockings look cool. But barely thigh high. They are cheaters.
Equal tastes funny. My tea is now undrinkable.
Cass, Portland sounds so very cool!
{{bt}} You are an amazing man.
I'm going to check back periodically between now and the performance dates (early March), b/c blocks of tickets are often released, for whatever reason.
Definitely keep checking. Things often open up.
And, it's totally worth it. We saw it Tuesday night and woot! Ana Gasteyer is playing Elphaba in Chicago (for another week, anyway), and who knew that she had such incredible singing chops? She seriously SINGS that part.
these stockings
gleep!
I also bought these stockings, but haven't worn them yet: [link]
Those stockings look cool. But barely thigh high. They are cheaters.
Heh. On me, they're thigh-high. Practically goolie-high, if I wanted.
Also, my mom *always* calls knee-highs "cheaters," and for years I had no idea they were called anything else.
Equal tastes funny. My tea is now undrinkable.
Blech. I use Equal but mostly because it turns out I don't like the taste of sugar all that much. Or at least I like it in my coffee and in iced tea. Hot tea gets honey unless it clashes with the tea and then usually plain. Apparently what I am most sure of in life are my sweetener preferences.
ION, sheets are changed for Pamela. And I am going to be sporting a really nasty bruise on the back of my thigh in about twenty minutes. I was so careful not to whack myself on the futon that I backed hard into the corner of the chest I have next to it. Oops.
my mom *always* calls knee-highs "cheaters," and for years I had no idea they were called anything else
That's pretty funny.
I should dress more...saucily in 2006.
Equal tastes funny. My tea is now undrinkable.
Ach, my condolences. That's why I tend to have a mix of Apartame and Saccarine. They take the edge off each other and just leave me with sweet tea. Not perfect, but I don't really like either all by themselves.
See, what everyone's problem is, they're desecrating the tea by putting any sweetener in it in the first place. Tut tut.
