I finally finished off Wicked. Wow. I'm still sort of digesting it. It's hardly a bit like the musical, but that was to be expected. Truthfully, I like both very much, but you really have to consider them as entirely separate entities. The novel provided a lot in the way of food for thought (expect more ramblings on it later, after some processing time), whereas the musical is pure mush. I have to confess, I love me some mush.
Here's a weird bit; my favourite character, in both (despite the fact that she's presented very differently in them), was Glinda. It puzzles me a bit, as she seems (seemed?) the type I would utterly loathe on principle. But there was more than one way to be smart. That's the thing. She is smart, in her way. That particular brand of social intelligence that I have never grasped. Not that I'm sure I care to, but all the same I'm a little in awe of those who possess it.
Melbourne trip is ON, even though we have no clue about the when-where-how of it. We are going to dress up, like the lunatics we are. You're never too old to play dressups. Perhaps you are, but I don't care. I am just trying to make up for lost years- there is no Halloween here and my childhood was sorely lacking in the annual donning of ridiculous costumes for chocolate-obtaining purposes. Thus I feel the need to prance about in silly garb now. M. has dibs on Elphie, but I prefer it that way, it will not be easy explaining that getup to the customs people at the airport. I mean, they get worked up enough over turbans these days, I can't imagine the dilemma that big black hat will cause, not to mention the green. I'm also trying to get her to answer that "are you traveling for business or pleasure" question with 'business'. She's going to be stuck in customs for hours. I, however, expect to be able to skip right through the metal detectors and such with nothing but cheery greetings from the security personnel. Who ever said nobody judges by appearance? Not that it's necessary to travel dressed like that, but we will anyway, for the lulz. Must remember to take pictures this time. Too many of our little stunts go without proper documentation. I still wish we had photos of the bubblebath fountain incident, but alas it will have to live only in our memories and the security report.
Christmas shopping tomorrow! Good fun. Every year I load up on caffeine then buzz around trying to buy everything in one go. Never works, but it's fun.