Oftentimes in life, there are those events that are so grand-seeming that you assume they’re for someone else. I’d slot things like “Meeting Paul McCartney” or “Getting a skybox seat at the Superbowl” in this category. I’d almost relegated seeing “Hamilton” to the same category; however, late on Friday night, my friend at work asked if there were any takers for a pair of tickets his sister couldn’t use and I pounced! We could hardly believe our luck and had to check our e-tickets several times to confirm that we really had them and that we really were going to see what Michelle Obama called: “…the best piece of art in any form that I have ever seen in my life.