a wicked good weekend

Gosh, I love musicals. I don't see them nearly enough, but when I do, they make me so happy.

Mom and I went this past weekend to a favorite one:

I've seen it once before, but it was Mom's first time to see it.

She listened to the soundtrack on her trip home. I think she liked it.

Does it look like I was trying to strike a pose with my legs? I didn't mean to.

And the Orpheum!

It reminds me of the Fox in Atlanta. It's beautiful. And historic.

It has, after all, been entertaining since 1928.

Then our group of thirteen friends dined here.

And we bid farewell to our wicked good trip to Memphis.

Did you have a wicked good weekend, too? I hope so!