I don't have a bucket list or a life list or a 30 by 30 list.
But if I did, this night would have totally been on it.
The evening began with Leah and me and margaritas in Greenwich Village.
Off to a good start.
By 7:25pm we were in a cab, rain falling, a light drizzle.
I applied my favorite red lips by the light on my iphone, bouncing this way and that. Priorities.
I had not spent all these years anticipating this very moment to show up with a dull pout.
7:50 and we were out of the cab and running to New World Stages.
A happy, excited run, the end was in sight. We needed our umbrellas at this point.
10th row from the front and we were in our seats.
We caught our breath.
I couldn't tell if it was the short run or the simple fact that the show was about to begin that had my heart in paces.
Probably a bit of both, but mostly the latter.
The production was perfect. Better than I had imagined or hoped.
The moment I'd waited for came.
The company lined the stage for Seasons of Love.
I have sung this song driving down the road, in my living room, with my pal Lindsay.
Often times, at the top of my lungs much to Justin's chagrin.
I'm not going to lie... I cried. It was absolutely beautiful and moving and electric.
We made our mark on the Create wall in the foyer.
Appropriate since that show made a mark on me.
Our nightcap was a slice of cheesecake from Juniors with remarks like,
You know we live here.
We actually live here.
We were walking back to the subway high on every emotion from our drizzly night.
What if we see someone famous?! Leah jokingly asked,
as we passed droves of people waiting outside theatres for that one glimpse of so-and-so.
We were almost to our station when we saw him.
And heaven help us, we couldn't contain our laughter.
Admist young and old alike, iPhones flashed and cameras snapped.
We measured our night and laughed all the way home.
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five-hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
a year in the life?
Measure your life in love.