This holiday weekend has one of my busiest weekends of the year. Probably the past two years – though in hindsight basically nothing from 2020 should count.
On Friday night, I saw Hamilton at the Pantages Theater with my family. And while the show was not the mind blowing experience was the first time I saw it, it was still really good. It just had a lot of technical bugs. And most of the cast seemed to take most of the first act to find their energy. However, they got the singularly most important part of the show right. King George was just a damn delight.
I woke up early Saturday to frantically pack to go out to Vegas with one of my closest friends. We hadn’t spent a lot of time together in the past few years and definitely have not had any real time together on a one-on-one sense. I was going out because I was seizing the chance to see my favorite comedian, John Mulaney, perform. I have wanted to see him live for years, and at the time, Vegas was the closest he was going to get to me for the foreseeable future. We managed to get lost on the way. For some reason, rather than taking the most direct route to Vegas, we were navigated to the Mojave and circled the entirety of Edwards Air Force base.
There was one panic attack during this trip, brought on by a failure on Ticketmaster’s fault. They did not send me my ticket. They did not send hundreds of people their ticket. So I missed about 45 minutes of the show (basically the entire opening comedian, who was very funny for the 5 minutes I saw him) until the venue realized this was an issue and went through the Will Call line writing out paper tickets for everyone who should have already received their dang tickets. But. It was a great show. It was very different from his other shows and sketches but still so funny.
I got to meet a new/old friend too. Who was just about the closest I will likely ever get to meeting real-life human cinnamon roll. They were just a delight to be around. We realized during our lunch that there are so many different facets to who I am, how I express myself, so on and so forth. And given where we were, I realized that I am a disco ball.
It was a good trip. It left my brain riddled with future planning.
It was good. It was all good.
Shpunkey 