Wicked nail pops

I'm at home right now because a guy is here fixing my nail pops. That sounds dirty, but it's really not. New homes settle so you get smalls cracks in the walls and nail pops. Don't "nail pops" sound exciting? I pictured nails flying out of the walls with a loud popping noise, but they really aren't all that exciting. All that happens is that you can see a tiny circle on your wall from the nail head coming out of the wall a little bit. Bo-ring. As I'm writing this I'm realizing that this guy might have the worst job ever.

Anyway, I've told you guys I am a huge music dork. Well that includes musicals. I loooove musicals. I'm telling you I am poised and ready to be a gay man's best friend. Last night Diane and I got to go see "Wicked". If you're not familiar it tells the story of Glinda the Good Witch and the Wicked Witch of the West from "The Wizard of Oz" and how the wicked witch got wicked. It's a huge hit on Broadway, and I have been dying to see it. When my parents gave us their tickets for last night, I almost peed my pants. And with good reason. It was AMAZING. I loved it so much. I was just so happy the entire time. Usually at that kind of stuff I'm the last person to stand up for the standing ovation. Not because I don't think the performers deserve it but because I am a lazy piece of crap. But last night I stood up right away. D and I were just blown away. If you like musicals you should go see it. If not, what is your problem? They are awesome and fun and pretty.

Also I just want to say thank God I live in a city that has such an active performing arts community. I felt so lucky that we even got the chance to see that last night. This city is fantastic despite the fact that D and I got in a fight with some a-holes in the parking garage. I'll just say that it's awesome caring less about your car than another guy cares about his because you will always win in a game of parking garage chicken.