phantom of the opera

my mom is a die-hard phantom of the opera fan. she loves it, it's her favorite play. she's lost track of how many times she's seen it, but it's in the double digits. because of her love for it i've seen it six or seven times throughout my life and could sing every word of every song.

for mothers day me and my sister bought my mom a ticket to see it at the pantages theatre in hollywood. my mom, myself, my sister and her husband went to see it yesterday. the play has been traveling for about thirteen years now and is supposedly in its final tour and retirement from travel.

if you haven't had a chance to see it, try to go. it's a magnificent play. i never get bored of seeing it. if you can't make it to the play, the movie does a pretty decent job of portraying the story [i won't tell you how many times i went to see the movie with my mom so she wouldn't have to go alone when it was in theaters].

the pantages is a beautiful theatre. one thing i always remember about it is the heavy, red velvet curtains. i always loved the way they draped and gathered as they rose. i also really love the elaborate designs on the ceiling.

the play was fantastic, as usual. the voices of the phantom and raoul were so powerful and amazing. it didn't hurt that raoul was played by an adorable, and straight, guy. he came out after the play, so me and my sister took a picture with him. yeah, lame, i know. haha. my sister made me crop her out of the picture, she said she looked like a toad. i thought she looked fine, but i cropped her out anyways because facing her wrath wasn't something i really wanted to do. and a side note: i have a HORRIBLE habit of hunching in pictures because i'm tall and i try to make myself the same height as the person i'm taking the picture with. i was in heels, and hunched a lot in the picture, succeeding in making myself look yucky. i'm still working on embracing my height and standing up straight in pictures.