Better late than never in posting, I say. Last October, some friends and I escaped to Seattle for a "Wicked Weekend". We had so much fun being silly and chatting and eating and staying up late and sharing secrets. Of course, I had heard so much about the musical and couldn't wait to see it. Having seen many musicals over the years and being a fan of musicals in general, I was expecting to like this one as much as the next - oh, but no. I fell in love. The kind of love where you want to shout from the rooftops, or even jump on Oprah's couch, to let everyone know how much you loved it. My love was rekindled yesterday as I drove solo across the mountains to pick up my kids and blasted the soundtrack the whole way. I'm sure many a driver thought I was a little crazy as they caught a glimpse of me performing my best Elpheba. But I had the greatest time. I even snuck a little in on the way back home with the boys. And now I have two little men running around the house singing about becoming "pop-yoooo-ler. lar."