I’m a huge Harry Potter fan. I’ve read all the books and seen all the movies. In fact I’m a little obsessed (although not dress-like-Gryffindor obsessed). Back in April, I splurged on tickets to Harry Potter and the Cursed Child as a birthday present to myself. They were pretty pricey — especially since the show is two parts — but I thought what the hey.
However, I almost immediately had buyer’s remorse. Of course nothing could be done about it at that point. They weren’t going to refund my tickets just because I had changed my mind. But then my mom ended up scheduling her cataract surgery for the very day of the show so I couldn’t go. I called, thinking I could reschedule, but they ended up refunding me and letting me reschedule at my leisure, which (ahem) I never did.
Luckily because I ended up having the chance to see the show for much cheaper, and with much better seats.
On Friday my younger cousin texted me asking if I wanted to join her, her husband, and brother for the show that Sunday for, get this, a total of $80. What I had paid was much more so um HELL YES. At the time I didn’t know one of her friends works near the theater and sometimes will stand on line, see what tickets he can get, and sell to them to his friends at cost. (What a nice guy!) I was extremely grateful to be able to reap the benefits.
The moment I got to the theater, I was excited:
And then even more so when we got to our seats! Unbeknownst to my cousin, we had box seats! Which means on of those balconies on the side with tons of leg room and not having to rub up against strangers. I’m spoiled forever.
The obligatory playbill shot:
In between the two shows, we got food a delicious udon place, Raku. I got the donburi bowl:
As for the show itself, I absolutely loved it. It paid some fan service, but why the hell not? And the special and practice effects were especially cool. I would totally see it again (especially for cheap box seats!).