011310/defying gravity

Today could have possibly been the best day. Ever.

I am so, so happy that my parents gave in to my guilt-tripping them and let me watch Wicked today with a few wonderful people. Sure, we might have wasted our time walking the wrong way down market street, wandered aimlessly around an odd-smelling and seagull-infested farmer's market, hopelessly ventured around the scary streets of the tenderloin looking for a good place to eat, and had several close encounters with the mentally ill at Carl's Jr., but in the end it was all worth it.

Wicked was wicked good. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I burst out into tears because of pure joy. I still tear up a little bit just thinking about it. Definitely something I will never forget.