We all have a list of our favorite things . . . things popular, things obscure. Things that we like and no one else understands. Sometimes we tell other people about the things we like and other times we keep those things to ourselves because they are hard to explain.
Secretly I believe we all have our favorite Disney princess. I have mine anyway. Her name is Belle.
I distinctly remember seeing Disney's Beauty and the Beast in the theater when it was released in 1991. Back then the computer animation was a really big deal and we watched in awe as Belle and The Beast danced across the ballroom as Angela Landsbury belted out one of the most memorable Menken-Disney songs of all time. The ballroom was gorgeous. I wanted to wear Belle's beautiful yellow dress! I still try not think about how weird it is for a girl to fall in love with a beast. I still try to imagine being granted the privilege of slapping Gaston in the face. It's a quirky fun story about a girl who loves to read.
In 1994 I was told that Disney was bringing Beauty and the Beast to Broadway. Eighteen years ago and I still remember sitting and reading articles about how magical and amazing the production was. I wanted to go to this Broadway show. Eighteen years ago I started saying, "The show I MOST want to see on Broadway is Beauty and the Beast!"
About a month ago my husband told me to mark the calendar for a special February 28th Surprise Date Night. Yesterday at lunch I asked him if I could know what it is that we were going to be doing, so that I would know whether or not to have supper made for the kids or if our friends who would be watching them were making the meal or -- ?
Jonathan sadly told me that he did have a date night planned. He had bought tickets to the traveling production of Disney's Beauty and the Beast but that the company cleaning our house had packed up the tickets and wouldn't let him look for them. He had remembered the tickets when they were packing up our house and was hastily trying to locate them before they were packed. Jonathan was running around the house and I was thinking, "What is it that he's looking for?! What's he doing!?" No one could tell him where our tickets were. He spent a few weeks making calls, talking to anyone and everyone (even the theater) trying to find our tickets. Alas, no one would help. So he told me that he had really wanted to take me to see Beauty and the Beast but that our tickets were lost. We could still have dinner out but we wouldn't be able to go to the show after all and he was sorry.
I had known the show was traveling through. But I had told myself that no matter how much I WANTED to go, it was really impractical to arrange that with the children. The show is 45 minutes away and we have three little children. (If you actually have little children you know the difficulty. It's not as easy as saying, "Oh, I'll find a babysitter!") So I resigned myself to the fact that I would miss the show and I would be ok with that. Children are more important than Broadway musicals and this is a very true fact. When Jonathan told me he had tickets and had arranged for babysitters I was happy and sad, but ultimately ok with missing it. After all, I hadn't expected to see it. He shall have his brownie points for trying so hard!
Lunch was over and Jonathan went back to work.
And then my phone rang.
He called the theater one more time to make a last ditch effort to see if they would reprint our tickets and let us in.
Eighteen years ago I wanted to see this musical so very much! For eighteen years I've said, "If I could see ANY Broadway musical, it would be Disney's Beauty and the Beast!"
Last night I saw it with my husband.
It was magical. And it was perfect.