Hamilton

Last year, Emily's literature teacher introduced her class to the play Hamilton as part of a section on Revolutionary War history.  Emily was immediately hooked and has been listening to the soundtrack on repeat ever since and I knew that she would love to see the play in New York.  I spent the better part of November scouring the internet for (affordable) tickets and finally found three for the February 2nd show - which also happened to be Super Bowl Sunday.  Apparently, if you want to see a coveted show, that's the Sunday to go. The girls and I took an early morning train to New York, had brunch in Hell's Kitchen, and after a little bit of window shopping, took in the show.  It was far better than I anticipated - simply spectacular.  At one point I looked around, and everyone was leaning forward in their seats, hesitant to miss a single word.  At the end of some of the songs, there were tears streaming down people's faces.  It was funny, clever, moving, educational - just spectacular.

We were literally in the last row of the theater, but there wasn't a bad seat in the place.