Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

“I’m Not That Girl” - Wicked

Reality is boring.

Or at least it is a good 90% of the time–or if you’re lucky, a good 70-80% of the time.
That’s why we admire our athletes and entertainers so much, for they provide a brief yet significant escape from reality that we all long for.  And that’s why so many athletes and entertainers turn to drugs, even they have to escape from their so-called reality as well.

It’s the appeal of that 2-hour movie, that 300-page book, or those 5 minutes of dayreaming that helps us suspend reality for a brief moment and takes us into a world that doesn’t actually exist, and provides us with the paradigm that there life is not all mundane.

Or, as the case would have it, it’s the appeal of a musical that’s based upon a fictional book that retold the story of a fictitious movie that showcased one girl’s “dream” of a fantasy world that may or may not have existed which was in turn based on a set of novels that portrayed the mysterious land known as Oz–Wicked.

It’s a world where animals talked, magic exists, and people are born green.   It’s all fake, it’s all silly, but boy did it ever work.

However the fictitious world of Oz is much, much less illusory in comparison to the real fake world that I, for the third time in nearly as many months spent this past weekend in.

And so it is the destination for tens of millions worldwide every year, hoping to escape from their versions of realities and for just a day or a weekend become someone that they’re not.

Poor people can throw their money around, dress up in fancy clothes, hang out along the rich and for a day give off the impression of wealth.  Fat people have buffets where they’re surrounded by other fatties who make them less fat by comparison.  Ugly people have strip clubs where girls shower them with “love”–and really ugly people have their brothels.

However once one is removed from the land of fantasies and Mirages and implanted back to reality, the popped bubble once again injects us with a major dosage of reality.But I digress, the trip was great, Wicked was amazing, Vegas truly never gets old, and I can’t wait to go back.  I probably comitted all but 2 of the deadly sins, try to guess which ones.