Last night we went and saw Les Miserable in the beautiful Ohio Theater. For Christmas, Ryan got me a gift certificate to see a Broadway play here in Columbus sometime this year. We knew Les Mis would be playing but we couldn't actually buy tickets yet. We finally figured out that you could buy a pack of three plays together and purchase the Les Mis tickets right away, along with tickets to two other Broadway musicals: Marry Poppins and Jersey Boys! The price we paid for the set of three was only a few bucks more than what we would have paid for just the Les Mis tickets alone, so we felt like we got a great deal and now we have two more plays to look forward to as well!
Might I also add that Ryan willing signed up for these tickets knowing full well that it was during his favorite time of the year (March Madness) and taking the risk of missing great games... which we did! I think he deserves a shout-out for that. We didn't want to feel like we missed out on everything though, so when we got home at midnight, we turned on the BYU game and watched the whole thing! It was worth it.
Now on to the embarrassing story of the night, because there is one. I have a small bladder and despite my lack of water-drinking beforehand (just to be safe), by intermission (I keep wanting to say "halftime") I had to go again. Knowing this would happen, I asked a worker ahead of time where the best bathroom was to use at intermission. She informed me all the way down in the basement and on the other side because they had the most restrooms there. So, as soon as the lights came on, I booked it down our stairway. Unfortunately, I was wearing heels and going down the stairs on very slippery carpet and my feet totally gave out under me. Not gave out as in I fell back onto my bum and then got right back up, but gave out as in my feet slipped behind me, causing my knees to fall forward, followed by the rest of my body and before I knew it my entire body was sprawled out laying face first in the stairs. It was not graceful to say the least, and of course it made a huge thump, and I think that everyone within a 20+ person radius from me gasped super loud and all started mumbling and getting up to help me. So I did what anyone else would do in a situation like this where you have lost any and all pride: I got up as fast as I could, bit my lip hard and didn't look anyone in the eye, and then walked out as fast as possible, all the while acting like nothing happened. And then started uncontrollably laughing... by myself. Yeah, I was a freak show.
Then, to make matters worse, just as I got back to our section the show began again and the lights all went out. I could not see a single thing, but I knew everyone else could see me (or my shadow, at least) in front of them. I got to my aisle and started walking up but realized I had no clue how far up my seat was. So I stood there like a deer in headlights trying to find Ryan. When that became useless and panic started to set in, I did what any not-normal person would try to do in a moment of desperation like this and opened up my cell phone and held it in the air for light. That proved to not only be a useless tactic, but one that drew even more unwanted attention to myself. Finally, I saw some waving out of the corner of my eye and realized it was the couple sitting next to us flagging me down. Apparently they had been trying to get my attention for a while and finally the man just stood up and waved his arms. Awesome. Anyway, I made it back to my seat and enjoyed the rest of the play while hoping no one else bought the same package of three plays that we did and that I would never see them again.
That's the end of my embarrassing night. Just keepin' things classy, you know. The end.
