We had planned to go to a little restaurant called Cafe 61, but as we were pulling in we noticed it was out of business, so it was on to plan B. I'm not adventurous when it comes to dining, so after passing up some places we haven't ever been, we ended up at the Majestic.
Let me back up right here and give you a little history before I launch into tonight's evening. Last year Nathan and I ate at the Majestic before going to see David Copperfield, and while we were there I pulled out our tickets to look at something on them. We got up, walked to the Orpheum to see the show, and realized that I left our tickets on the table at the restaurant. We ran back, found out that our table has been cleared, and our tickets along with it, and returned (sadly) to the Orpheum to see if anything can be done. Fortunately, I had purchased the tickets online, so they were able to use my credit card to reissue the tickets, and disaster was averted.
With this in mind, I entered the Majestic with a weird little nagging feeling lurking in my stomach. I kept having paranoid thoughts about losing the tickets even though I had checked to make sure they were in my wallet at least three times. We ate, enjoying a fantastic meal and taking our sweet time, until the check finally came. I reached for my purse to get out a gift card, and after a thorough searching, my stomach sinks as I realize my wallet is missing, tickets and all.
AGGHH! Terrible Deja vu came rushing back as I considered the three most likely scenarios. 1) My wallet fell out of my purse, 2) My wallet was stolen, or 3)My wallet was in the car. Realizing that number 3 was the only scenario where we would have a chance of finding my wallet, we raced back to the parking garage to see if it's there.
Let's just put it this way. On the way out of the parking garage walking to the restaurant, I told Nathan he was going a little too fast for my footwear; on the way back to the parking garage, he had a little trouble keeping up. I didn't run, but I came close. I just couldn't believe this was happening again. We make it back to the car, do a quick check, and find the wallet!
Whew. I gave a little out loud, "Thank you, God!" prayer, and we laughed all the way to the Orpheum, strolling once again now that the tickets were in hand.
I could hear the music playing as soon as we stepped in the doors, and the adrenaline started pumping. It was so exciting to walk in, the crowd bustling all around, with everyone dressed up and the anticipation sky high. I handed the door lady our tickets, tapping my toes and giddy to get in. Then I heard a weird little beep from the ticket scanner and a "Hmm.. wait just a moment and let me see what that's all about."
She looks at her little machine and then looks up at me and says, "Honey, you're tickets are for July 7th." Seventh. Second. They sound a lot alike, but there's a big difference. A perky ticket lady next to her piped in with, "At least your tickets are for next Tuesday and not two days ago!" Amen, sister. I am glad about that. But still. There is something sad about having to fight your way out of a bustling theatre, to head back to the parking garage, to get in your ca, to drive home at 7:10 on your evening out on the town.
How did I get it wrong? I have no idea. Absolutely no clue whatsoever. The tickets, the very ones I had examined several times today, had the date printed right on them, but in my mind, we were going on the 2nd and no amount of looking was able to penetrate my brain and get that notion out of my head. Oh well. Tuesday it is.
So what did we do with the rest of our Wicked-less night? Nathan had a softball game that he had planned on skipping, and now that we were on to plan C, we decided to go home, grab his jersey, and hit the fields. It was a good night, just not the one we had in mind =) And don't worry... that Wicked review is still coming. Just five days later than anticipated.