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I just can't even. I know you know this, everyone knows this. But really? It *is* all that. It was. My girl and I had been looking forward to this date for months, ever since the day the stars had aligned to provide an instant of great fortune for this a certain verified fan in the form of an opportunity to purchase very expensive tickets to Hamilton right here in San Diego.
We got a little dressed up, cuz we fancy.
We grabbed a bite at our fave Indian spot across the street from the theater
And then? It was time.
|fangirl without shame|
|The bartender said, here's a HamilTEN|
|Our seats were great, front row of dress circle on the aisle = no obstructing heads|
We laughed, we cried, we sang quietly under our breath. We (I) cried more. We (I) spilled a little and used up my tissues.
Bottom line, people? Go see Hamilton. It's worth it, I promise. If nothing else, you'll have an excuse to Rise Up!
|and dress like a 12 year old boy for work the next day|