I love Stephen King. LOVE.
I've been a fan of scary stuff as long as I can remember. Vampires? Check. Haunted houses? I'm in. Zombies? "They're coming to get you, Barbara..." (If you don't get the reference, you may not be a zombie fan.)
SK and I are an excellent fit.
So when I saw a contest to win opening night tickets to MISERY on Broadway with Bruce Willis and Laurie Metcalf, I happily entered--not because I thought I would win, but because the contest was to re-write the end of the "book" Misery's Child so that Annie Wilkes would like it. Three sentences.
So I did, giggling madly.
Then I won the grand prize. What??
Yep. Two tickets to the opening night of Misery on Broadway, dinner for two at a New York steakhouse, and my picture up on the electronic billboard at the Broadhurst Theater on opening day.
I'd never been to New York City, and I live darned near as far from there as you can and still be in the continental United States. Suddenly I had an offer to up and fly to New York for the weekend. What??
So we did. It was great. :) The city is pretty wonderful. We stayed with our youngest son, who's a musical theater student at the Manhattan School of Music. He shepherded us onto the subway for the first time, let us crash at his apartment in Harlem, and squired us around Times Square and the theater district so we'd know how to get to the play.
Our dinner was delicious, New York was having glorious late fall weather, and the play was amazing. (If you can go--GO! Bruce Willis and Laurie Metcalf nailed it!)
(Thanks to Broadway World for the wonderful treat!)