When I went to New York in April 2013, finally getting to see Book of Mormon on Broadway was a highlight. My friend and I bought our tickets in December and spent five months celebrating our good fortune for getting pretty good seats and learning the words to all of the songs. On the glorious Sunday night when we finally saw the show, it was everything I hoped it would be, and I spent a lot of time in the days after my trip telling everyone to see it through any means necessary.
An unexpected trip back to New York in May 2013 (after I got tickets to Saturday Night Live through their lottery), meant another weekend in New York with lots of time to fill up with activities. Since my friend and I were travelling last-minute, we were trying to keep things as frugal as possible. It took zero minutes of conversation for us to decide to let fate intervene and try to get tickets to Book of Mormon in their lottery.
The week before I returned to New York, I did everything I could to put myself in a winning position.* This mostly involved being helpful to others, singing all of the songs as often as possible and being incredibly unlucky in my home country. With my Book of Mormon karma out in the universe, I headed to New York to take my chances. Continue reading


