Lion King

I just got back from seeing The Lion King. It was AAAAMMMMMMAAAAAZZZZZIIIINGGGG. That good. The costumes were beautiful! There were these giraffes, and zebras I actually thought were real, and my favorite - these people in grass hoop skirts with grass plateaus on their heads. You could see the people inside clearly, but not in a sloppy way, you somehow still believed there was the animal there too. It was sooooo cool, especially since I went with my girl cousins. The five of us look a lot the same, now that we're older, and I guess we think similarly too, since we wore the same color scheme in almost the same outfits - black ruffles, with jean accents and black/grey boots, and silver/blue long, bead necklaces (same style), and long faux shear coats. It was truly, just a little strange. We met at a pizza place, and we were about to start hugging, and we just stopped and looked at each other. We all looked really good though, I guess great minds think alike! People just stopped and stared, it was freaky. However, I think it was my eyes they were staring at. City people are merciless about that stuff. Funny-  I can do this thing where I make them really wide for a second, then close them, and I did it to this random sketchy guy on this street corner and he flinched. It was hysterical. Like, he jumped backwards and hit his head on the wall. Ha! Instant karma's gonna get you, sketchy guys!!!! (yeah... i'm going to go to sleep now... ;)

I loved all the beautiful colors in the play. It was just gorgeous. Brilliant reds, sunrisey oranges, rich, deep yellows, earthy browns, whites that didn't seem white at all. It was exquisite, it reminded me of my colors, they were some of the exact same shades I see, how cool is that! My cousin leaned over and said "look at all the colors!" and I was just thinking "welcome to my world"! I would totally see it again.

Happy Friday!