the first (and only) time i saw a production of miss saigon was when i was in college. i had the hugest crush on a certain girl (name withheld for her privacy) and we shared a love for music theater. so, on a very expensive limb, i went out and got tickets for MS and invited her as my date. she agreed, though i think mostly because of the show, not me.
we had a great time and enjoyed the show. we didn't go out again and that's ok, too. we stayed friends until i graduated; after that, we lost touch.
well, fast forward many years--for one of our anniversaries, rhonda and i went to see a production of r&h's cinderella. we were having a great evening, enjoying the performances of deborah gibson (aka debbie gibson) and ertha kitt.
during intermission, i was chatting with rhonda about some of the previous shows i had seen in that theater, one of which was miss saigon. i told her the story of the girl on which i had a crush and we had a laugh about the way life goes on in directions different than we often imagine.
about that time i hear a timid voice ask, "jared?" i turned to the seats on my left and who should i see but crushy-girl and her husband. she remembered the production (and the evening) as well as i did and agreed that life goes in different ways.
but, i have to say after all these years:
- to crushy-girl--thanks for a lovely evening, but i'm happy with the way things turned out
- to rhonda--i love you so much and am quite thankful that my future includes you and not crushy-girl
- to miss saigon--i love you, though not as much as i love my wife, and i'm really glad to get to be a apart of lsc's amazing production
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