I don’t even! Know! Where to begin. Half of me feels very centered and calm, like I could die because life has given me its greatest gift: seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast. The other half of me wants to spin in circles shouting into the sky because life has given me its greatest gift: seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast.
Our hotel is a three minute walk (turn right on 46th) from Richard Rodgers Theatre, so it was a Hamilton kind of day. We walked past at noon, and I tried to control an intense wave of envy when we saw the lucky 21 lottery winners who would be seeing the matinee in just two hours. But we had back-row seats for the night’s performance, so I swallowed my jealousy and followed my mom around other, less important areas of New York City.
We were back at the theater at 4:30. I wanted to be early for #ham4ham, which began at 5:55. Ridiculously early, but serendipitous. I asked a woman standing by a barricade if she was in line for the lottery, and she said no, the matinee was about to let out, and this was where the cast came out to sign autographs. “Okay then,” I said, claiming a front row spot in front of the door. Continue reading