Today I took Eldest to see the musical ASSASSINS at the Cygnet Theatre in Old Town.
It was really good. Solid cast. We decided we liked the guy playing John Wilkes Booth the best (Booth is sort of the star anyway, the guy egging everybody else on) and also decided he is much better looking in person. We talked about the costumes and the wigs and the music, which sounds like music from each era the assassin lived in, but also like Sondheim. They even had a live orchestra.
We also saw some non-play related extra entertainment. A woman in the audience, across from us, had her mouth wide open in shock for a good part of the play. She shut it at other times, so we knew it wasn’t permanently open. We were close enough to see the actors spit, but not close enough to feel it. One actor had an absolute cloud; it looked like he was breathing into freezing cold.
But what I didn’t realize was how limited the theater parking was. I also thought the play started at 2:30, but it really started at 2, which I realized at 1:30. Whoops.
Old Town parking is difficult most days. It’s what it sounds like: the “Olde” part of San Diego. Full of tourist stuff and historic buildings. We lucked out with a spot a few blocks away and speed walked back up to the theater.
Before we left, I was planning to wear heels, thinking, Oh, there’s a parking lot next to the theater that is ONLY for the theater; it’ll be No Big Deal if I wear heels. But I changed to flats.
As we hustled up the hill, I said, “Thank God I changed to flats.” Then I thought, Have I EVER thought, in my entire life, God, I wish I was wearing heels instead?
I don’t think I have.