Warning: “Hamilton” song title jokes and major obsessive musical theater behavior, plus hot spots in Chicago ahead.
I bought tickets for Hamilton in Chicago a year and a half ago and there was no way I was going give away my shot just because I moved to SF. So I packed a bag and flew back east to catch the Saturday matinee with my right hand man, Kate. I literally thought about my outfit for 3 weeks as if the actual Alexander Hamilton was going to be there, evaluating entry based on personal style. I settled with this vintage housedress from 1950s. I love the mauve color and the cream piping, plus it’s so comfortable for sitting in the dark for three hours. We geeked outside the room where it happens for about 10 minutes before the show, taking photos with every sign we could find like crazed tourists.
If you are thinking about spending the paycheck to go. YOU SHOULD. I was amazing. I’m more than satisfied. Can’t wait for it again! We laughed, we cried, we held each other. I shall now refer to my life and “before Hamilton” and “after Hamilton”.Before the show, we grabbed brunch at Kanela Breakfast Club: I went there at least once a week when I lived in Chicago. The service is wonderful and the cinnamon bun appetizer, to die for. Plus the rotating specials are always innovative. I’m helpless to resist. Then on to drinks on the patio of Maple and Ash.
A that, is the story of tonight. Also a fan? Tell me how many songs you found! That would be enough.