If you didn't think of Matilda when you read those words... then I don't even know what to do with you. Nevertheless, after a year of trying to see Matilda on Broadway in New York, I finally saw it in the West End in London!

Granted, I didn't watch this movie very much when I was a child (yes, I realize I was a child not too long ago) but for some reason when anyone says Matilda I get excited and a bit nostalgic. Maybe it's because Mara Wilson, the original Matilda, stared at the audience with those big, innocent eyes or maybe it's because Matilda and Miss Honey's relationship filled my heart with so much love. Either way, I was ecstatic to have finally gotten tickets to the show.

It was everything I expected it to be -- swinging pigtails, chocolate cake and all. Oh, and everything was in a British accent so naturally, it was fantastic.

The set design was easily the best, most impressive part (aside from the tiny ginger boy who had the sweetest voice). The stage was made up of block letters and the transitions between scenes were seamless and very interesting. There was even some magic involved!

I don't consider myself a "Broadway junkie" by any means but I always forget how much I enjoy going to shows until after I go to a show. Some of the last ones I saw where Peter and the Starcatcher, Lucky Guy, and Wicked. After every single one, I felt so happy, content and blown away by all the talent that I rarely make time to see. The same goes for Matilda.

This makes me wonder... I really should find things that interest me and actively engage in them. This is something I have always struggled with. Food and Netflix can no longer cut it.

Until next time, friends and family xx (<-- everyone does that here)

P.S. We indulged and took our first cab ride home tonight. A silly photo can be found to the left.